Everybody Loves Me, Baby - Don McLean

Fortune has me well in hand

Armies wait at my command

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

The angels guide my every tread

My enemies are sick or dead

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

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 for thee, to live in my democracy

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

And my face on every coin engraved

The anarchists are all enslaved

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

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 land is beyond my claim when the 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?

Woo!

Yeah!

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

Tell me what did I do to offend you!