One, two, three,
Fortune has me well in wait at my command My gold in a foreign land deep beneath the sand
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 loves me, What's the with you? Won'tcha tell me did I do To you?
Now the purest race I've for thee To in my democracy And the highest pedigree Awaits the born boy baby
And my face on coin 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 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 heaven's I'm the second son of Mary And I'm twice from Oscar Wilde But he mind, why, he just smiled
Yes, and the ocean when I walk through And the clouds dissolve and the sky turns I'm held in very great By I meet but you
'Cause I've my talents as I could done some bad, I've 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 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, everybody me, baby What's the matter with me what did I do To offend