He's had bicycles and sons He's had salted fish and dark rum Now his days are almost done In the Lagos slums He was a farmer for a while Growin' plantains by the coastline And some said he had a smile Like a movie star La ah La ah ah ah (He) met his wife one Friday night At a dance hall near the train tracks And his heart soared like a kite In the evening light (He) worked the oil fields once Saved some money for his family Built a house near Eden's Point Where they raised their boys La ah La ah ah ah He says it's hard to be a man Who works and still can't feed his children But he does the best he can In the New World Plan We're all forgotten This road leads nowhere
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