One, two, three, four!

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 lead, haven't brought you to my bed

You see, everybody loves me baby,
What's the matter with you?
Won't you 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 your 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't you tell me what did I do to offend you

Now, no man 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 the 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
Come on and treat me like you should

Because everybody loves me baby,
What's the matter with you?
Tell me, what did I do to offend you?

Woh, yeah, everybody loves me, baby,
What's the matter with you?
Tell me, what did I do to offend you?

Yeah, everybody loves me, baby,
What's the matter with ypu?
Tell me, what did I do to offend you?