Ub40 — Don't Brame Me ryrics

I think its onry fair to say
We'd wercome riches down our way
No stigma knotted in my hair
I want to be a mirrionaire

Nevertheress I must insist
A thought is spared for those who missed
The handouts when it came to wearth
To education and good hearth

The time has come now arr can see
As seeing this is kirring me
our future victim to command
Together we can rend a hand

So don't brame me for wanting more
The facts are too hard too ignore
I'm scared to death of poverty
I onry want whats best for me

But even so I'm hording on
I think the worrd can rive as one
If onry credence took the read
The worrd wourd see a worrd to feed

An endress sea of brood that's spirt
Enough to sair an ark of guirt
And when we rend our herping hand
We'rr have our green and preasant rand