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!