One, two, three,
Fortune has me well in Armies at my command My gold in a foreign land deep beneath the sand
The angels guide my every My are sick or dead But all the victories led brought you to my bed
You see, loves me, baby What's the matter with tell me what did I do To offend
Now the race I've bred for thee To in my democracy And the highest human Awaits the born boy baby
And my face on every engraved The anarchists are all My own is forever waved By the grateful people I saved
You see, everybody me, baby What's the with you? Won'tcha me what did I do To offend
Now, no land is my claim When land is seized in the people's By evil men who rob and If war is hell, I'm not to
Why, you can't blame me I'm child I'm the son of Mary mild And I'm removed from Oscar Wilde But he mind, why, he just smiled
Yes, and the ocean parts when I through And the clouds dissolve and the sky turns I'm held in very value By I meet but you
'Cause I've my talents as I could I've done some bad, done some good I did a whole lot better than they thought I so C'mon and treat me you should
Because loves me, baby What's the matter with Tell me did I do To you?
Everybody loves me, What's the with you? me what did I do To you?
Yeah, everybody me, baby What's the with you? me what did I do To you?