Chale, eii! They say I do too much.
But wonim? I like it!
Walking down the Accra streets in my finest threads
Kente shining bright, turning all the heads
They say "Chale, why you dressing like a king today?"
I just smile and tell them I was born this way
Why should I play it small when the world is wide?
I got the rhythm of the highlife deep inside
"You do too much!" (Eii!)
Yeah, I like doing too much!
Chop life, make we dance to the touch
"You do too much!" (Yoo!)
Yeah, I like doing too much!
Sweet palm-wine music, we don't need to rush
They say my laughter is too loud, my car is too clean
"You are doing too much," if you know what I mean
But life is too short to be living in the shade
Me pÉ› saa, look at the progress I have made
I'm buying kelewele, sharing with the crew
If doing too much is a crime, then I am guilty too!
"You do too much!" (Eii!)
Yeah, I like doing too much!
Chop life, make we dance to the touch
"You do too much!" (Yoo!)
Yeah, I like doing too much!
Sweet palm-wine music, we don't need to rush
Oyiwa! They talk, we groove.
Yeah, I like doing too much.
Chale, wonim?!