Lagos Slums - Brazzaville

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