i am a poor wayfaring stranger
stranded abroad without no dough
send me your bank account number
i'll just take out ten bucks or so
a prince i was, back in Nigeria
i was a strong and handsome youth
but now it's cholera or diptheria
and cross my heart, i tell the truth
stuck here in poverty and squalor
my mother dead fore i was born
kindhearted people hear me holler
so give me money, not your scorn