Rogue! Rogue! Rogue!
Thief! Thief! Thief! Ole! Ole!
Stone them! Catch them! Catch them!
In lieu of workers we have officials.
In lieu of official we have chief & Alhaji.
In lieu of bus they ride pricey cars.
I say! turn your face to the right wing,
*Oga patapata dey for there*
The one with a pair of sunglasses,
Sitting unjust in the room of maladministration.
Hurling load boasting after a conquest Of -
the Communion tables, With their klepto- pen
Rogue! Rogue! Rogue!
Thief! Thief! Thief! Ole! Ole!
Stone them! Catch them! Catch them
In a land beyond shame and immune to shock.
Contract is a sweet fresh baked cake,
A fortune opportunity for incumbents office holder.
the virulence of the corruption at the limelight.
Barons of incompetence, with kleptomaniac fingers,
Rules the dystopian country.
Authority stealing, enemies of service
I say, the one that found refreshment in
Misappropriation, maladministration
While the people watch in damnable silence
The head of this pack was ruthless rogues
In air conditioned chambers with big agbada
Who stole the people's fate In the pit of their putrid stomach
Nigerian principalities and powers doesn't come with wings and horns,
they wear pricey clothes, they ride luxury cars,
and are to be found in official residences
That's the face of our authority rogues
With kleptomaniac fingers
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