One, two, three,
Fortune has me in hand Armies at my command My lies in a foreign land Buried deep beneath the
The angels my every tread My are sick or dead But all the I've led Haven't you to my bed
You see, everybody me, baby the matter with you? Won'tcha tell me did I do To offend
Now the purest race 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 I have saved
You see, everybody loves me, the matter with you? Won'tcha me what did I do To you?
Now, no land is beyond my When land is in the people's name By men who rob and maim If war is hell, I'm not to
Why, you can't me I'm heaven's child I'm the second son of Mary And I'm twice from Oscar Wilde But he didn't mind, why, he smiled
Yes, and the ocean parts I walk through And the dissolve and the sky turns blue I'm in very great value By everyone I but you
'Cause I've used my as I could I've done some bad, I've some good I did a whole lot better than thought I would so C'mon and treat me you should
Because everybody loves me, the matter with you? Tell me did I do To you?
Everybody loves me, What's the matter with me what did I do To you?
Yeah, loves me, baby What's the matter with Tell me did I do To offend