EVERYBODY LOVES ME, BABY
Don McLean

1. 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 ev'ry tread.
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?

2. 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 ev'ry coin engraved.
The anarchists are all enslaved.
My own flag is forever waved
By the grateful people I have saved.

3. Now, no land 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.

4. 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!


[From "American Pie" (1971).]