O TO GE!
O to ge! O to ge!! O to ge!!
The revolutionary battle cry rent the air
This deafening dissidence even the deaf hear
The norm of yester-years shall cease this year
O to ge is the people’s movement
Of phoenixing burst from elitistic ash trays
Our bleating of moo moo, e don do
Their rod ceases to move us their way
O to ge is the rushing, whirling, west wind
Like arable spring, rises from the Afonja plains
O to ge, you bulldoze past Ben way
O to ge, you took down Iroko, On Your Own
And with full force you landed on Aqua, BOOM!
Those who wanted war saw war thumbed in ballot
We refused to bought with kuli-kuli and garri like harlots
O to ge is not a figure of speech
Revels not in grammar but thunder
Speaks in the last stammer it can muster
Power belong not to some people but the people
For their pre-deeds, it says, e don do
O to ge is a composition of the deaf hawk
Who has put this song in our mouths
Quicking us from our slumber
Even shall not spare the ear blindness of the hawk
O to ge, they gave us to chaunt
O to ge, they warn, must not Eko!
Else our bodies shall defy buoyancy in the lagoon
On us they haunt with their waylay-wolfs and goons
Bidding to buccal-muzzle our O to ge chaunt
For O to ge must not be heard by the Jagged Bandit
O to ge, the creator of uproar, ripples and rubbles
Tomorrow we are set to finish what we started
Your sound shall fail to music my ears save you Eko
Till thence shall I scream your name again.