Na where I dey go near, the old man tok
Him siddon cross leg, dey observe the pot
De soup wey dey inside, him fit guess am
De pot foreign, but he say him done taste am
before

Hunger dey wire am, him belle dey rise
Say na compulsory hunger for the mind
Na as him father take pass am shackis
Him pass am to Bomboy, add wackis
Chop, my boy

Man wey wan belleful dey quick wash hand
If not, na empty plate he go meet for grand
To know when to carry leg, na to dey the race
Breeze still dey sing as e dey sing for old days
Hear am, dance


© Jigs Lionheart