Old school lorve by Kweku Boateng Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Let me tell your a story abra bra bra oo,
1965, secondary school form one,
We went for interco, as my friends were sheeing the jama.
I was chatting with this girl in my corner.
I asked for her address
And she wrote it on a paper.
She asked for my address na me toto papa so.
I told her sincerely i don't have an address.
I'm the son of the palm wine tapper in the village stretch,
But from your address, I just realized
You're the daughter
Of Nigerian's ambassador to the Gold Coast.
Please don't vex, I know your father has a gun.
I want to be the next E.T Mensah of my time
Or maybe King Bruce so i cannot lose my life,
Take back your paper i don't want any wahala.
But still she insisted Kwaku please take the address
School is vacating but please stay in touch.
My daddy is a diplomat he doesn't stay at home
So I'll surely get your your letter
And give you my reply,
[Chorus]
My sherrie coco,
My fathia fata Nkrumah kente cloth oo.
Yieeee, I can't wait oo bebe,
To play you some King Bruce calypso eee.
[Verse 2]
So an early morning after sharpening my cutlass,
I gathered some courage and I took my pen and paper.
I started from the address, Ambassador's residence
P.O. Box 17 Colonial street Accra.
Dear Elizabeth, my sherrie coco,
The only sardine in the chop box that i know.
The only bee that makes the honey in my home.
My fresh palm wine, you are the one with more sugar.
I've missed you paa oo forget about the grammar,
Since vacation ebe like say am in a trauma.
I can't concentrate my heartbeat can't regulate.
I need to hear from you
Oh please send me your reply,
[Chorus]
My sherrie coco,
My fathia fata Nkrumah kente cloth ee oo.
I can't wait ooo bebe
To play you some King Bruce calypso ee
[Verse 3]
My sweet Kwaku Boateng
I've received your letter,
I thought you were afraid oo but now i beg to differ,
Actually I am impressed,
I don't know how to express,
The way I am feeling
I'm beginning to depress.
I spoke about you to my mommy and she's fine,
Kweku I don't care if your daddy sells palm wine.
I think I'm in love
But the issue is my papa
Is coming home tomorrow.
I'm inviting you for dinner.
[Outro]
So my father said
Kweku polish your dabo dabo shoe
In the house of the ambassador
You can't play the fool
After a lot of advice krrr Santan Accra
Inside the ambassador's house
Kweku me na me nie oo.
Question number one,
Question number two,
After question number three
Papa we are just friends oo.
Story continues tomorrow..
[Chorus]
My sherrie coco,
My fathia fata nkrumah kente cloth ee oo.
I can't wait oo bebe
To play you some King Bruce calypso eh.
Let me tell your a story abra bra bra oo,
1965, secondary school form one,
We went for interco, as my friends were sheeing the jama.
I was chatting with this girl in my corner.
I asked for her address
And she wrote it on a paper.
She asked for my address na me toto papa so.
I told her sincerely i don't have an address.
I'm the son of the palm wine tapper in the village stretch,
But from your address, I just realized
You're the daughter
Of Nigerian's ambassador to the Gold Coast.
Please don't vex, I know your father has a gun.
I want to be the next E.T Mensah of my time
Or maybe King Bruce so i cannot lose my life,
Take back your paper i don't want any wahala.
But still she insisted Kwaku please take the address
School is vacating but please stay in touch.
My daddy is a diplomat he doesn't stay at home
So I'll surely get your your letter
And give you my reply,
[Chorus]
My sherrie coco,
My fathia fata Nkrumah kente cloth oo.
Yieeee, I can't wait oo bebe,
To play you some King Bruce calypso eee.
[Verse 2]
So an early morning after sharpening my cutlass,
I gathered some courage and I took my pen and paper.
I started from the address, Ambassador's residence
P.O. Box 17 Colonial street Accra.
Dear Elizabeth, my sherrie coco,
The only sardine in the chop box that i know.
The only bee that makes the honey in my home.
My fresh palm wine, you are the one with more sugar.
I've missed you paa oo forget about the grammar,
Since vacation ebe like say am in a trauma.
I can't concentrate my heartbeat can't regulate.
I need to hear from you
Oh please send me your reply,
[Chorus]
My sherrie coco,
My fathia fata Nkrumah kente cloth ee oo.
I can't wait ooo bebe
To play you some King Bruce calypso ee
[Verse 3]
My sweet Kwaku Boateng
I've received your letter,
I thought you were afraid oo but now i beg to differ,
Actually I am impressed,
I don't know how to express,
The way I am feeling
I'm beginning to depress.
I spoke about you to my mommy and she's fine,
Kweku I don't care if your daddy sells palm wine.
I think I'm in love
But the issue is my papa
Is coming home tomorrow.
I'm inviting you for dinner.
[Outro]
So my father said
Kweku polish your dabo dabo shoe
In the house of the ambassador
You can't play the fool
After a lot of advice krrr Santan Accra
Inside the ambassador's house
Kweku me na me nie oo.
Question number one,
Question number two,
After question number three
Papa we are just friends oo.
Story continues tomorrow..
[Chorus]
My sherrie coco,
My fathia fata nkrumah kente cloth ee oo.
I can't wait oo bebe
To play you some King Bruce calypso eh.