One, two, three, four Fortune has me well in hand Armies wait at my command My gold lies in a foreign land Buried deep beneath the sand The angels guide my every tread My enemies are sick or dead But all the victories I've led Haven't brought you to my bed You see, everybody loves me, baby What's the matter with you? Won'tcha tell me what did I do To offend you? Now the purest race I've bred for thee To live in my democracy And the highest human pedigree Awaits the first born boy baby And my face on every coin engraved The anarchists are all enslaved My own flag is forever waved By the grateful people I have saved You see, everybody loves me, baby What's the matter with you? Won'tcha tell me what did I do To offend you? Now, no land is beyond my claim When land is seized in the people's name By evil men who rob and maim If war is hell, I'm not to blame Why, you can't blame me I'm heaven's child I'm the second son of Mary mild And I'm twice removed from Oscar Wilde But he didn't mind, why, he just smiled Yes, and the ocean parts when I walk through And the clouds dissolve and the sky turns blue I'm held in very great value By everyone I meet but you 'Cause I've used my talents as I could I've done some bad, I've done some good I did a whole lot better than they thought I would so C'mon and treat me like you should Because everybody loves me, baby What's the matter with you? Tell me what did I do To offend you? Everybody loves me, baby What's the matter with you? Tell me what did I do To offend you? Yeah, everybody loves me, baby What's the matter with you? Tell me what did I do To offend you? © BENNY BIRD MUSIC; MUSIC CORPORATION OF AMERICA; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com