grew up overshadowed by dormant estuaries Couldn't catch the eye of no city boy Here I am devoted to jayson How I love the way you look in your yellow jeans Can't believe I let the smog cloud my eye Where the dormant estuaries stand And the small arches surround I'll ride my yellow truck with you by my side There's a whisper in the Accra breeze Reminding me of Afadjato That whisper builds That whisper cries Afadjato in the morning skies You appear on the horizon Brushing that black hair from your eyes The city folk with their fancy gadgets Cement estuaries like grey tombs Don't have nothin' on our way of life Just listen to the wind Don't live your life like a Ghana boy Today might feel a time to be like a Ghana boy But that ain't no way to lead a life You know, there's a lot I drive by in my yellow truck Folk who is messing up Always stay funny, jayson Always stay funny In Accra, when I was a child I met a funny man "How can you be so funny?" asked I Here was his wise reply Don't live your life like a Ghana boy Today might feel a time to be like a Ghana boy But that ain't no way to lead a life Met an old lady who lived like a Ghana boy "What happened to her?" asked I Here was his wise reprise Don't live your life like a Ghana boy Today might feel a time to be like a Ghana boy But that ain't no way to lead a life That lady's gone now It's sad really Word is, she had black hair once Little jayson, keep your jeans yellow Always stay funny, jayson Always stay funny Wind, wind, wind Wind, wind,