One, two, three,
has me well in hand Armies wait at my My lies in a foreign land Buried deep beneath the
The angels guide my tread My are sick or dead But all the I've led brought you to my bed
You see, everybody me, baby What's the matter you? Won'tcha tell me did I do To you?
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 engraved The anarchists are all My own is forever waved By the grateful I have saved
You see, loves me, baby What's the matter you? Won'tcha me what did I do To you?
Now, no land is beyond my When is seized in the people's name By men who rob and maim If war is hell, I'm not to
Why, you blame me I'm heaven's child I'm the son of Mary mild And I'm twice from Oscar Wilde But he mind, why, he just smiled
Yes, and the ocean parts when I walk And the dissolve and the sky turns blue I'm held in very great By I meet but you
I've used my talents as I could I've done some bad, I've done some I did a whole lot better than they I would so C'mon and treat me like you
Because loves me, baby What's the matter with me what did I do To you?
Everybody loves me, What's the matter you? me what did I do To offend
Yeah, everybody me, baby the matter with you? Tell me did I do To you?