Song | Everybody Loves Me, Baby |
Artist | Don McLean |
Album | American Pie |
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? |
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? |