(Oya, ehen!)
Omo, see my baby oh!
Ruthie, today na your day!
No dulling at all, at all!
(Let's go!)
Who be the finest girl for the room?
Na my baby Ruth, she dey cure my gloom
The way she dey smile, she dey light up the town
With her caring heart, she dey wear the crown
I get many blessings but you be the head
My sweet potato, like butter and bread
Today we go spray you the paper and cash
Make we celebrate you, no need to dey rash
Oh Ruthie! (My baby!)
Happy birthday to my number one! (Oya!)
You sweet pass jollof, my rising sun
No wahala, no stress, just soft life for you
Anything you want, I go do am for two
Oh Ruthie, my fine girl, e choke! (Chai!)
She no dey make noise, she just dey give me peace
With her tender love, my joy dey increase
Others dey form baddie but you be the real
The way you dey care, omo, see the feel!
We go chop today, we go dance to the beat
Every single second, I go treat you sweet
No one fit to stand where my baby dey
We go pop champagne, we go shout hurray!
Oh Ruthie! (My baby!)
Happy birthday to my number one! (Oya!)
You sweet pass jollof, my rising sun
No wahala, no stress, just soft life for you
Anything you want, I go do am for two
Oh Ruthie, my fine girl, e choke! (Chai!)
Ruth, my tomato!
Happy birthday, my love
(Ah-ah, see gobe!)
Na you get today, no cap!
(Mwah!)