One, two, three,
Fortune has me well in Armies wait at my My gold in a foreign land deep beneath the sand
The angels my every tread My enemies are sick or But all the I've led Haven't you to my bed
You see, everybody loves me, What's the matter you? Won'tcha tell me did I do To you?
Now the purest race I've bred for To in my democracy And the human pedigree Awaits the first born boy
And my face on every engraved The anarchists are all My own flag is waved By the people I have saved
You see, loves me, baby What's the matter with Won'tcha tell me did I do To offend
Now, no land is 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 blame me I'm heaven's child I'm the second son of mild And I'm removed from Oscar Wilde But he didn't mind, why, he smiled
Yes, and the ocean parts when I walk And the clouds dissolve and the sky turns I'm held in very 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 than they thought I would so C'mon and treat me you should
Because loves me, baby the matter with you? Tell me did I do To you?
Everybody loves me, the matter with you? Tell me did I do To offend
Yeah, loves me, baby the matter with you? Tell me did I do To offend