Verse 1:
Blud, I'm a Pakistani
Blud, lied to my mummy
She said, where are you going, I said to my library
Me and my crewy, watching-chichin a movie
Hari Puttar is scary because oh my God it's hijabi
Hijabi in a lorry, came up to me she said whats my story
I don't know but I am sorry
Please dont hit me with a choti
She kicked me in my boti
She said I am very naughty
Has many sk**s at making roti
I'm so scared I need a potty
Hook:
Arranged marriage
Your life is tutti with arranged married
Tutti tutti, tutti tutti
Yeah boy!
Verse 2:
I go home one day
My dad said "okay
"I want to say do u want to make arranged marriage" NO WAY
What's your excuse - "I AM GAY"
We'll take you both to Pakistan
You can't hide and you can't run
"You can't do that", yes i can
We go to Heathrow
Technology with the automatic door
We wait in the 3rd floor
Wait for the plane and then then go
All the aunties giving me kisses
All the aunties calling me jaan
I said back off, shemales
I don't even know you man
Went to a room full of the divs
Oh my God, it's my family relatives
And I see a blik tutti from Sri Lanka
So ugly I'd rather marry Blanca
If me and you compared
You probably got more facial hair
Do I ask her name, do I dare?
Okay, now what is your name? "lamsoamasamdsshssmdcscmxvxvasdsmnjcjdhdhdcckidjheju
But you can call me Lorraine, hmm"
Hook:
Arranged marriage
Your life is tutti with arranged married
Tutti tutti, tutti tutti
Yeah boy!