Tell me where you were coming from
That Sunday night, you were screaming in the streets
Were you drank
Kindly be frank
And narrate the story
You had some cigarettes
You held a beer and wine

Up and down the street
Till you were lost
Deep in the darkness
You smiled to the trees
You laughed and laughed
Thinking it was wise

Tell me who escorted you ,
To the golden bar
Because you saw it far
To call me for company
You messed ,the scream you made

It is just a shame
Shouldn't think of the fame
You wasted your time
Your energy and uprightness
Learn to respect,the women you wish to be