Heather P Wilson - Wanderings Of A Rich Man lyrics

The wanderings of a rich man Within his comfort zone, With just a bank card in his wallet And in his hand a phone. His every need was pampered As he wore an accepting smile, He showed the world his ma**ive wealth Whilst strutting out his style. Charity was a myth to him He would not stoop to help another, With his head held high he swanned on by Many thought `him` they could smother. He travelled around in glory No problem bothered him, He made a call and flashed his card But then he broke a limb. His leg encased in plaster he struggled through a door, His card was swiped, he lost his phone Then he sat down with the poor.