Wa-ah-ah-ah...
Go ahead man
Here have a dollar
in fact no brotherman
here have two
Two dollars means
a snack for me
But it means a big deal to you
Be strong serve god only
Know that if you do
beautiful heaven awaits
That's the poem
I wrote for the first time
I saw a man with no clothes
no money no place, Mr Wendal
That's his name
No one ever knew his name
'cos he's no-one
Never thought twice about
spending on a old bum
Until I had the chance
to really get to know one
Now that I know 'em to give
him money isn't charity
He gives me some knowledge
I buy him some shoes
And to think blacks spend
all that money on big collages
Still most y'all
come out confused
Go ahead Mr Wendal
Go ahead Mr Wendal
Mr Wendal has freedom
A freedom that
you and I think is dumb
Free to be without the worries
of a quick to diss society
For Mr Wendal's a bum
His only worries
are sickness and an occasional
harassment by the police
and their chase
Uncivilised we call him
But I just saw him
eat off the food we waste
Civilisation
are we really civilised
Yes or no who are we to judge
when thousands of innocent men
Could be brutally enslaved
or killed over racist grudge
Mr Wendal has tried
to warn us about our ways
But we don't hear his talk
Is it his fault when
we've gone too far
And we got this far
'cos on him we walk
Mr Wendal a man a human
in flesh but not by law
I feed you dignity
to stand with pride
Realise that all in
all you stand tall
Go ahead Mr Wendal
Mr Wendal
Mr Wendal yeah yeah
Mr Wendal yeah yeah, Lord...
Mr Wendal
Mr Wendal yeah
Lord Mr Wendal
Mr Wendal yeah
Mr Wendal...