Ayy! Mukwai, listen to this story
Mayo! Wendy the champion, yoh!
From the streets of Lusaka, she dey rise
No room for failure, look into her eyes
They tell her "boza" but she knows the way
Working every night, shining every day
Muli shani to the struggles in the past
Wendy is moving, she is moving so fast!
Omo! Wendy is brave, Wendy is strong!
No weapon fashioned can do her wrong
Natotela for the grace upon her head
She is standing tall, fear is dead!
Wendy, champion! Yoh!
Wendy, champion! Ayy!
On the Copperbelt or down in Kitwe town
They try to pull her but she never goes down
Ifwe we stand with the Queen of the land
Power and beauty, she got it in her hand
No shaking, no stopping, we raise her name high
Wendy is soaring, straight to the sky!
Omo! Wendy is brave, Wendy is strong!
No weapon fashioned can do her wrong
Natotela for the grace upon her head
She is standing tall, fear is dead!
Wendy, champion! Yoh!
Wendy, champion! Ayy!
Mayo! She is too strong!
Wendy the conqueror, on God.
Yoh! Ayy!