(Acoustic guitar playing slowly)
Yoh... they say money makes the world go round
Now my pockets are empty, and everyone is gone
Mayo, eish...
I look at the cupboard, nshima is gone
My pockets are dry, no copper in my hand
My wife looked at me, she said she can’t stay
She packed up her bags and she walked away
All of my friends, they don't call me no more
They see my condition and lock up their door
Because I am poor, they treat me like trash
They love you for silver, they love you for cash
Now I’m alone in this cold room in Lusaka
Gazing at the ceiling, my heart is in pieces
Oh mayo, where did I go wrong?
Where did everybody go?
I remember the days when my pocket was heavy
Everyone was chanting, calling me boss
Now they say "boza" when I tell them my pain
They left me to drown in this cold, heavy rain
Even the one that I swore to protect
She left me behind with no single respect
Because I am poor, they treat me like trash
They love you for silver, they love you for cash
Now I’m alone in this cold room in Lusaka
Gazing at the ceiling, my heart is in pieces
Oh mayo, where did I go wrong?
Where did everybody go?
No money, no friends...
Just me and my shadow
Yoh... God see my tears
Eish...