Ojuju calaba, ori eja lo ma’nje
Ati paper, ori eja lo ma’nje
Ati biro, ori eja lo ma’nje
Ojuju.
Spirited children run amok
on dust raised streets of Lagos
Faces shining with glee as they sing
And clap in pursuit of the Egungun
Teasing as close as the masquerades canes can reach
And running off squealing in delight
Distended bellies shine bright in the midday sun
As offerings of puff puff fills the hands and mouths of youth
Ojuju dance!
ojuju spin!
Ojuju jump around and flip
Ojuju makes the children sing
Ojuju whose feet is made of sticks
Ojuju adorned in robes of silk
Ojuju crack and snap your whip
Ojuju, ojuju, ojuju