Tonight I walk into the bar as happy as king
Its happens when I do this kind of thing
Today I can even sing,
Because am about to take another swig,
Lord help me this ecstasy too much
Lord the love in here nothing can match,
Hearty laughs, greetings’re heavy as dumbbells
Unless of course when we’re fighting over a damsel
Lord such times I see talent that people posses
that I can sing kuliko Jana in a quartet
And the likes of mercy masika and Willy pozeh!
Is a picture in my mind I want to protect
And the beauty blows my mind,
Oh lord your genius design of waists moving from side to side,
No no am not going to grab, I’ve left mine behind,
Sigh…that one, she sleeps, to my troubles she’s blind.
Lord should I envy my pious nigga
Our friendship is ever bigger
But what we earn, lord, is meager,
And for a brighter, better future we both are eager
Lord, this is a prayer for my pious friend in haste,
Tonight I stagger home, he stares at the dark sky in a sorry state
Trying to hide his teary face,
But he still thinks that ever-burning fire is my drunkard’s final fate.
But lord with this happiness to my bed I’ll soar
I will be deaf to her nag, it’s a bore!
I will not feel the sweat stench of the son of a whore
Who slept with my pious friend’s wife too!