(Drum fill, heavy bass line kicks in)
Yeah, yeah
Music play for a king today
Seventy-three years, man
Blessings pon blessings
Charles tell the story, listen now
Seventy-three years since the morning light broke
The day you were born, the words that we spoke
Little Kwaku running 'round, full of that fire
Watching you grow, man, you aim for the higher
Joe, you carry the spirit, you carry the grace
I see the history shine in your face
From a boy to a man, through the sun and the rain
You conquer the mountains, you heal every pain
Oh, celebrate the life, let the rhythm ring out
Seventy-three years, what it’s all about
Kwaku, oh Joe, you’re the pride of the land
I’m proud to be here, reaching out my hand
Seventy-three years, let the trumpet sound
Blessings for the king that we all have found
I remember the struggles, I remember the grind
But you never left your integrity behind
Joe, you keep moving with a steady pace
Running this race with a smile on your face
Father to son, yeah, the bond is so deep
Promises made are the promises we keep
Seventy-three cycles of orbiting sun
The journey is long, but you’ve only begun
Oh, celebrate the life, let the rhythm ring out
Seventy-three years, what it’s all about
Kwaku, oh Joe, you’re the pride of the land
I’m proud to be here, reaching out my hand
Seventy-three years, let the trumpet sound
Blessings for the king that we all have found
Rise up, stand tall, let the people all see
The man that you are, the man you will be
No shadow can dim the light in your soul
Seventy-three years, and you’re hitting the goal
Keep shining, keep glowing, keep steady and true
All of the blessings are falling on you
So raise up a glass for the man of the hour
Seventy-three years, yeah, you holding the power
Kwaku, my son, you’re a legend in sight
Walking in truth and walking in light
Charles says it loud so the world can hear
Celebrating you, man, year after year
There’s no love like the love that a father can hold
Greater than silver, brighter than gold
Oh, celebrate the life, let the rhythm ring out
Seventy-three years, what it’s all about
Kwaku, oh Joe, you’re the pride of the land
I’m proud to be here, reaching out my hand
Seventy-three years, let the trumpet sound
Blessings for the king that we all have found
Seventy-three, yeah
Blessed birthday, Joe
Kwaku, live long, live strong
Dad is always right here by your side
One love, keep the fire burning
Yeah, seventy-three years, man
We rising, we rising
(Fade out with heavy bass and organ chords)