(Adapted from Lou Begas Mambo No 5)
Bhens and Bhaabis, this is Mammoo number five.
Ek, Do, Teen, Char, Paanch, everybody look at me, and start to naach
For a Paki chow around the corner.
The boys say they want chicken tikka but I really don't wanna.
Bombay Crush like I had last week.
Make no Jit 'cause Crerars is Shit.
I like Fazeela, Jameela, Shama and Sameeha.
Sunni or Tabligh, I’l even jam a Shiaa.
So what can I say? Its really hard to choose.
I like stekkies with the big Laddoos.
Pista Burfee lips, its never enough
Come on Now, someone bang this Duff
A little bit of Jameela, thats a Vaar,
A spicy bit of Nabeela like atchar.
A little bit of Zahra, chasing me,
A little bit of Asma’s all I see.
A little bit of Azra in Purdah,
A little bit of Nadia in my car.
A little bit of Fathima here I come,
A little bit of Mehr makes me mahram
Mammoo number five.