Missionary Of Charity - Stone

Won the first prize in lottery, born in a farewell state

Have everything I need, I thank my fate

Thinking 'bout developing countries, the famine an need

Apartheid is wrong as well, I think, as long as I succeed

Do you think I’m someone, someone you could know

Do you think I’m God’s son, I’m the one you bow

I will get the work done, all I want is more

Do you think I’m someone, someone rotten to the core

Made a song about this horrid thing

My royalties go to charity

Manager’s rubbing hands together

Counting the rest of money

Song hits the magic top ten, stays there for months

It’s a great, serious song, they say, very easy to dance

Must make a use of this, release a long play

Straight to number one it goes, won’t see a poor day

Don’t know 'bout charity money, wonder where did it go

I’m a missionary of charity, I’m the one they bow

Time for a festival with all the big boys

Whose latest albums haven’t got them a new Rolls Royce

Gig’s profit goes to charity or some fund

Stars are hugging each other

Guessing whose album goes to number one

Won the first prize, I was born in a farewell state

Winning much more by singing help’s not too late

Preaching 'bout developing countries a matter so sore

I’m a missionary of charity I’m rotten to the core