Ei! Chale!
Foreman, listen!
Ghana!
I wake up early, go to site for Accra
Concrete mix, we dey push the barrow far
Suddenly sky lock, rain start to drop
Now the whole ground wet, everything block!
Foreman dey shout, he dey make some wild face
Chale, see the water flowing for the place!
Foreman no be my fault! (Ei!)
Rain fall, ground wet, mortar soft! (Chale!)
Even choking joints self dey comot! (Woah!)
If you don't understand, ask the bricklayers!
Foreman no be my fault! (Ghana!)
Azonto step, sweep the mud off!
Chale, you see the blocks? They dey slide left and right
No be my power, we try with all our might
But the cement lose control, too much water inside
Ask Kojo, ask Yaw, we no fit run and hide!
Do the Azonto dance, shake your body on the floor
Tell the foreman make he cool down, no dey bore!
Foreman no be my fault! (Ei!)
Rain fall, ground wet, mortar soft! (Chale!)
Even choking joints self dey comot! (Woah!)
If you don't understand, ask the bricklayers!
Foreman no be my fault! (Ghana!)
Azonto step, sweep the mud off!
Chale, we dey dance!
Foreman, cool down, eh!
Make I show you!
Ei!