One, two, three,
Fortune has me well in Armies at my command My lies in a foreign land deep beneath the sand
The angels my every tread My enemies are sick or But all the victories led Haven't you to my bed
You see, everybody loves me, What's the 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 pedigree Awaits the born boy baby
And my face on every coin The are all enslaved My own flag is waved By the grateful people I saved
You see, everybody loves me, the matter with you? Won'tcha tell me did I do To you?
Now, no land is beyond my When land is seized in the name By evil men who rob and 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 smiled
Yes, and the ocean when I walk through And the dissolve and the sky turns blue I'm held in great value By everyone I but you
'Cause I've my talents as I could I've done some bad, I've done some I did a whole lot better they thought I would so C'mon and me like you should
Because everybody me, baby What's the with you? me what did I do To you?
Everybody me, baby What's the matter you? me what did I do To offend
Yeah, loves me, baby What's the matter with me what did I do To offend