Everybody Loves Me, Baby Lyrics
| Song | Everybody Loves Me, Baby |
| Artist | Don McLean |
| Album | American Pie |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : McLean | |
| 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 | |
| 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? |
| zuo qu : McLean | |
| 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 firstborn 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 | |
| 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? |
| zuò qǔ : McLean | |
| 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 firstborn 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 | |
| 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? |
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