"Arranged Marriage" - Apache Indian (from "No Reservations" CD) [Intro] Well the time has come fe the original Indian to get married. And you done know, already when the Indian get married a pure, traditional business everytime. So all the people that say them no too love the arrange marriage thing, catch this one here now - because when we come, we come to educate the people them everytime. ...???... Now the time has come mon fe Apache, Fe find one gal and to get marry. But listen when me talk tell everybody, Me want me arranged marriage from me mum & daddy. [Chorus] Me wan gal, from Jullunder City, Me wan gal, say a soorni curi, Me wan gal, mon to look after me, Me wan gal, that say she love me. Now nough gal a them a come mon from all over, And who find them no the Buchular, Me say that a the mon we call the matchmaker, Him job a to find no the right partner, Him have to trod go a East and trod go a West, And the North and the South fe find which gal best, But me lie say me lie me have to confess, Say the Don Raja, me want a Princess! [Chorus] Me wan gal, a fee me Don-Rani, Me wan gal, dress up in a sari. Me wan gal, say soorni logthi, Me wan gal, sweet like jelebee. Now nough of them a sweet and some a ugly, And some of them a marga mean she puthlee, And some of a mampee that a mutee curi, And some too English, talk no Punjabi. Say the gal me like have the right figure and, In she eyes have the surma and, Wear the chunee, kurtha pujamer, And talk the Indian with the patwa. Ca the time has come mon fe the Indian, To find the right gal say a pretty woman, But listen when me talk tell each and everyone, Say me arrange marriage are the tradition. [Chorus] Me wan gal, fe me arrange marriage, Me wan gal, a say me can manage, Me wan gal, from over India, Me wan gal, take a fe me lover. Say the engagement that are the Kurmai, Where me have fe make sure say me is satisfy. Two family them a meet is called the Milhni, Pure sugan where them bring mon fe Apache. Then you have fe me wife mon call the Bortee, And me have to tell she about Apache. Me no mind where you do from you respect me, And after the roti, bring me the sensi. [Chorus] Me wan gal, respect Apache, Me wan gal, go bring me sensi, Me wan gal, or meri serva curee, Me wan gal, respect me mum & daddy. Doli are the time everyone start cry, Ca the wife she a leave and she have fe wave bye. Go to the inlaws, called the sora, To start she a new life in a next somwhere. So next time you a pass an see Apache, Just say "buthia" to congratulate me. but if me yard you a pass and you want greet me, Bring the Ludu, the beson, and the burfee. [Chorus] Me wan gal, from Jullunder City, Me wan gal, say a soorni curi, Me wan gal, that say she love me, Me wan gal, sweet like jelebee. Now me done get marry but me start to worry, Me have to tell you something, mon would you help me? About me arrange marriage, me have a problem, When is the right time to tell me girlfriend! :-) Beca the time has come mon fe Apache, To find one gal and to get marry, But listen raggamuffin tell everybody, Me want me arrange marriage, from me mum & daddy. [Chorus] Me wan gal, a fe me Don-Rani, Me wan gal, dress up in a sari, Me wan gal, say soorni logthi, Me wan gal, sweet like jelebee. Me wan gal, from Jullunder City, Me wan gal, say soorni curi, Me wan gal, mon to look after me, Me wan gal, to make me roti!