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 what's my story
I don't know but I am sorry
Please don't hit me with a choti
She kicked me in my boti
She said I am very naughty
Has many skills 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!