It's the jingle of bells that I hear in my ears
It's the jangling of bangles that I so often hear
They sing me a song that dwells in my heart
They sing me a song, in which my soul takes part

I am Indian born and bred
I am Indian no matter where I tread
I am Indian in things big and small
I am Indian always in my thoughts

I like bangles and I love gold
I am Indian so very much in my soul
I put on eye-make-up and colour my lips
And think of perfume, is there any I miss?

I am warm and thoughtful
And in turn kind and cold
But whatever I am and whatever I do
I'm typically Indian don't you know?

I put on ornaments and I dance in my mind
I've music worth listening, and rhymes to write
I listen to the radio and what's on the charts
But my soul sings I'm Indian, as does my heart