Nna! Listen to the sound of the guitar
Oya, join me as we celebrate a king today
Early morning sun is shining down on the street
Fifty-seven years, oh what a beautiful feat
Femi Remi Martins Oyewole, you are looking so grand
The finest gentleman across the whole of the land
From the city of Lagos to the corners of the earth
We gather round to honor the day of your birth
Chai! See how the man dey glow with the grace
Put a smile on your face, join us in this place
Oh, Femi Martins, fifty-seven looks good on you
Like fine palm wine, man, you just dey renew
Omo, you are a legend, a man of great style
Let us chop life, let us stay for a while
Femi Martins, celebrate the life that you live
Plenty more blessings, the Almighty will give
Omalicha life, fifty-seven is the age
Turning the book to a brand new page
Look at the way he steps, with wisdom and pride
With family and friends standing right by his side
No wahala today, only joy in the air
Femi, your success is a sight so rare
When you enter the room, the whole atmosphere shifts
Fifty-seven years, life is one of the gifts
Chop life today, let the drums play loud
Make the ancestors feel very happy and proud
Oh, Femi Martins, fifty-seven looks good on you
Like fine palm wine, man, you just dey renew
Omo, you are a legend, a man of great style
Let us chop life, let us stay for a while
Femi Martins, celebrate the life that you live
Plenty more blessings, the Almighty will give
Omalicha life, fifty-seven is the age
Turning the book to a brand new page
Ah ah! The music is sweet, the rhythm is tight
Everything in the garden is feeling just right
Fifty-seven steps, and you still climbing higher
Set the whole party and the floor on fire
Raise up your glass for the man of the hour
Femi Martins, you have the grace and the power
Looking so sharp in your native attire
Setting all the ladies and the brothers on fire
May the years ahead be even better than these
May you live in comfort, may you live at your ease
Oya, let the horns blow and the guitar cry
To the man who is reaching up to the sky
Oh, Femi Martins, fifty-seven looks good on you
Like fine palm wine, man, you just dey renew
Omo, you are a legend, a man of great style
Let us chop life, let us stay for a while
Femi Martins, celebrate the life that you live
Plenty more blessings, the Almighty will give
Omalicha life, fifty-seven is the age
Turning the book to a brand new page
Fifty-seven years, Femi Martins, you are the boss
Keep shining bright, no matter the cost
Nna, let’s go home, the party is done
But the victory lap has only just begun
Yeah, fifty-seven looks good on you!