: One, two, three, four!



Fortune has me well in hand, armies 'wait my command

My gold lies in a foreign land buried deep beneath the sand

The angels guide my ev'ry prayer, my enemies are sick or dead

But all the victories I've led haven't brought you to my bed



CHORUS:

You see, everybody loves me, baby, what's the matter with you?

Won'tcha tell me what did I do to offend you?



Now the purest race I've bred to be to live in my democracy

And the highest human pedigree awaits the first-born boy baby

And my face on ev'ry coin engraved, the anarchists are all enslaved

My own flag is forever waved by the grateful people I have saved



CHORUS:

You see, everybody loves me, baby, what's the matter with you?

Won'tcha tell me what did I do to offend you?



Now, no man is beyond my claim when land is seized in the people's name

By evil men who rob and maim, if war is hell, I'm not to blame!

Why, you can't blame me, I'm Heaven's child, I'm the second son of Mary mild

And I'm twice removed from Oscar Wilde, but he didn't mind, why, he just smiled



Yes, and the ocean parts when I walk through, and the clouds dissolve and the sky turns blue

I'm held in very great value by everyone I meet but you

'cause I've used my talents as I could, I've done some bad, I've done some good

I did a whole lot better than they thought I would so, c'mon and treat me like you should!



Because everybody loves me, baby, what's the matter with you?

Won'tcha tell me what did I do to offend you?



Everybody loves me, baby, what's the matter with you?

Won'tcha tell me what did I do to offend you?



Yeah, everybody loves me, baby, what's the matter with you?

Won'tcha tell me what did I do to offend you?