Eii! Chale!
Where you dey go now?
Yoo!
From Accra to Kumasi, you are on the road
No time to rest, carrying a heavy load
They call you the traveler, always on the move
But tonight we dance, we find the groove
Wonim? You cannot stay in one place
Chasing the money, running your own race
Wakawaka, chale, you walk too much!
Wakawaka, with that golden touch!
From Kelewele spots to the beach tonight
Oya chop life, make we feel alright!
Wakawaka, chale, make we dance and sing
You be the King, let the highlife ring!
Every corner of Ghana, they know your name
You don't do it for the hype or the empty fame
Palm wine in your cup, kente on your shoulder
Getting sweeter, wiser, as you get older
Oyiwa! Rest your feet and feel the brass
Life is too short, make we pour a glass
Wakawaka, chale, you walk too much!
Wakawaka, with that golden touch!
From Kelewele spots to the beach tonight
Oya chop life, make we feel alright!
Wakawaka, chale, make we dance and sing
You be the King, let the highlife ring!
Chale! Just rest now.
Wakawaka no more tonight.
Yoo!