Missionary of Charity (The 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 aswell, 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