Joe Moonga the Master

Yeah, ayy, it's the beautiful game

We talking legends on the pitch today

Joe Moonga, you know the name

Straight from the Copperbelt, let’s go!

Early morning sun on the dusty pitch

Joe Moonga lining up, he got that perfect twitch

Number four on the back, or maybe number five

When he touch the leather, man, the game come alive

He don't need to shout, he don't need no boast

He control the defense like he playing the most

Precision in the tackle, vision in the pass

He moving like a king across the cut-up grass

Oh, Joe Moonga, he the master of the field

When he hold the ball, the opponent gotta yield

Number four, number five, he play it so clean

Best midfielder that the city ever seen

Yeah, Joe Moonga, you the man on the ball

Standing tall in the heat, never gonna fall

Look at how he turn, look at how he glide

With the whole team cheering on the side

If you want the glory, gotta work it out

Joe Moonga show them what it's all about

He intercept the ball with a calculated grace

Putting every striker in a difficult place

From Lusaka to the world, he keep it so light

Playing every game under the golden light

Oh, Joe Moonga, he the master of the field

When he hold the ball, the opponent gotta yield

Number four, number five, he play it so clean

Best midfielder that the city ever seen

Yeah, Joe Moonga, you the man on the ball

Standing tall in the heat, never gonna fall

It’s a rhythm, it’s a passion, it’s the way he flow

Every single touch, watch the talent grow

No wahala on the pitch when Joe is in control

Playing for the love, playing for the soul

Oh, Joe Moonga, he the master of the field

When he hold the ball, the opponent gotta yield

Number four, number five, he play it so clean

Best midfielder that the city ever seen

Yeah, Joe Moonga, you the man on the ball

Standing tall in the heat, never gonna fall

Yeah, Joe Moonga

Keep shining on the pitch, my guy

Sharp sharp, you the greatest

Number four, number five, legend in the making

Yoh, we out!