Count Your Blessings

Mr. Wendel
by Arrested Development

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 plate

Mr. Wendel, that's his name
No one ever knew his name cuz he's a no one
Never thought twice about spending on an 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 their money on big colleges
Still most of you all come out confused

Go ahead Mr. Wendel
Go ahead Mr. Wendel

Mr. Wendel has freedom
A free that you and I think is dumb
Free to be without the worries of a quick-to-diss society
For Mr. Wendel's a bum

His only worries are sickness and an occasional harassment
By the police and their chase
"Uncivilized" we call him but I just saw him
Eat off the food we waste

Civilization, are we really civilized?
Yes or no, who are we to judge?
When thousands of innocent men
Could be brutally enslaved and killed over a racist grudge

Mr. Wendel has tried to warn us about our ways
But we don't hear him talk
Is it his fault when we've gone too far and we got too far
Cuz on him we walk

Mr. Wendel - a man, a human in flesh, but not by law
I feed you dignity to stand with pride
Realize that all in all you stand tall
Go ahead, Mr. Wendel

Mr. Wendel, yeah
Yeah, Mr. Wendel
Mr. Wendel, yeah
Lord

Mr. Wendel

Mr. Wendel
Mr. Wendel, yeah
Lord
Mr. Wendel
Mr. Wendel, yeah
Lord
Mr. Wendel