Chale, Patrick! Listen to the sound of the guitar...
Yieee, we rise!
You work so hard every day, my brother
Even when the clouds are heavy and grey
I see the fire in your eyes, no other
You keep on pushing, finding a way
Patrick, my friend, wo ho te sɛn?
No matter the storm, we go win again
The road may be long but the future is bright
Everything go be alright!
Eiii Patrick, wo y3 guy!
Keep your head high up in the sky!
Every day is a blessing, 3y3 d3, chale!
We dey rise, we dey go, no delay!
Patrick, your time is coming, yeah!
From Accra to Kumasi, they know your name
A pure heart of gold, not playing a game
You show me love, you show me grace
We go reach the top at our own pace
Eiii Patrick, wo y3 guy!
Keep your head high up in the sky!
Every day is a blessing, 3y3 d3, chale!
We dey rise, we dey go, no delay!
Patrick, your time is coming, yeah!
Patrick, the champion.
Chale, 3y3.
We go make am, on God.
Yieee!