Lonely Mr. Kholi from Las Angeles
Came to Punjab on one bent knee
He had a green card, new house, big cash
So made a wish with every fallen lash
For you to do the journey with him
To smile when he got home ask how his day had been
He wants you by his side in joy and strife
Poor Mr. Kholi he has no life without wife.

No life
Without Wife
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
No life
Without Wife
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah

I don't want a man who ties me down
Does what he wants while I hang around
I don't want a man who's [bad word] and loud
Wants a pretty wife to make him proud
I don't wanna man who can't be funny
Who tells tall tales about making money

Oh Yeah…

I don't want a man who'll grab the best seat
Can't close his mouth when he starts to eat
I don't want a man who likes to drink
Or leaves his dirty dishes in the sink

I don't want a man who wants his mummy
balding pest with too much dummy
I don't want a man who's dead in the head

Poor Mr. Kholi
Aye Mr. Kholi
Maybe he's good in bed….
Ugghhhhh….

No life
Without Wife
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
No life
Without Wife
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah

What you don't want do matter no more
Soon you'll be married and ready to go
match made in heaven just like milk and honey
You make all the Gobi he'll make the money
Everyday will be the same according to his plans
Forget what you want Mr. Kholi's now your man

No life
Without Wife
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I just want a man with a real soul
Who wants equality and not control
I just want a man good and smart
really sharp mind and a very big heart
I just want a man not scared to weep
To hold me close when we're asleep

Ohhh yeah….

I just want a man who loves romance
Who'll clear the floor and ask me to dance

I just want a man who gives some back
Who talks to me and not my rack

I just want man whose spirit is free
To hold my hand, walk the world with me

No life
Without Wife
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
No life
Without Wife
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah

Sorry Mr. Kholi
It is not to be
My heart is set on another you see
The wandering soul I was meant to meet
Has [bad word] and swept me off my feet

Now I dream of what it would be like
To be an overseas bride dressed in white
To have a little home in the country
And live in the land of her majesty