One, two, three,
Fortune has me well in Armies at my command My gold in a foreign land Buried beneath the sand
The angels guide my tread My enemies are sick or But all the victories led brought you to my bed
You see, loves me, baby What's the with you? tell me what did I do To you?
Now the purest race I've bred for To live in my And the highest pedigree Awaits the born boy baby
And my on every coin engraved The anarchists are all My own is forever waved By the grateful people I have
You see, everybody me, baby What's the with you? Won'tcha me what did I do To offend
Now, no is beyond my claim When is seized in the people's name By men who rob and maim If war is hell, I'm not to
Why, you can't blame me I'm heaven's I'm the son of Mary mild And I'm twice removed Oscar Wilde But he didn't mind, why, he just
Yes, and the parts when I walk through And the dissolve and the sky turns blue I'm in very great value By I meet but you
'Cause used my talents as I could I've done some bad, done some good I did a whole lot better they thought I would so and treat me like you should
Because everybody me, baby the matter with you? Tell me did I do To you?
loves me, baby What's the with you? me what did I do To offend
Yeah, loves me, baby What's the matter you? Tell me did I do To offend