Big boss, Ambrose in the building!
Let the music play!
Who be the manager wey dey run the town?
Ambrose na the master, he no dey wear a frown.
When things get heavy, he dey clear the way,
Today na celebration, we dey shout "hooray!"
No more office work, make you drop the pen,
We celebrate our boss again and again.
Ambrose, you be the boss padi! (ayy!)
We dey dance, we dey rock body!
Happy birthday to a leader so grand,
The baddest manager in all of the land.
Ambrose, we salute you today! (we salute!)
Ayy, we dey party all the way!
From Freetown to the world, your light dey shine,
You guide the team, everything dey fine.
With a heart of gold, you dey ginger us,
In manager Ambrose, we put all our trust.
So pop the champagne, make the bottles dry,
We are flying high, up into the sky!
Ambrose, you be the boss padi! (ayy!)
We dey dance, we dey rock body!
Happy birthday to a leader so grand,
The baddest manager in all of the land.
Ambrose, we salute you today! (we salute!)
Ayy, we dey party all the way!
Ayy, Ambrose!
Our boss, our padi.
Happy birthday!
Kushe, well done!