He's had bicycles and sons

He's had salted fish and dark rum

Now his days are almost done

In the Lagos slums

Was a farmer for a while

Growing plantains by the coastline

And some said he had a smile
Like a movie star

La ah La ah ah ah
La ah La ah ah ah

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

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
La ah La ah ah ah
Says it's hard to be a man

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

We're all forgotten

This road leads nowhere