<SPOKEN>: One, two, three, four!
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Fortune has me well in hand, armies 'wait my command
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My gold lies in a foreign land buried deep beneath the sand
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The angels guide my ev'ry tread, my enemies are sick or dead
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But all the victories I've led haven't brought you to my bed
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CHORUS:
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You see, everybody loves me, baby, what's the matter with you?
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Won'tcha tell me what did I do to offend you?
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Now the purest race I've bred to be to live in my democracy
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And the highest human pedigree awaits the first-born boy baby
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And my face on ev'ry coin engraved, the anarchists are all enslaved
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My own flag is forever waved by the grateful people I have saved
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CHORUS:
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You see, everybody loves me, baby, what's the matter with you?
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Won'tcha tell me what did I do to offend you?
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Now, no man is beyond my claim when land is seized in the people's name
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By evil men who rob and maim, if war is hell, I'm not to blame!
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Why, you can't blame me, I'm Heaven's child, I'm the second son of Mary mild
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And I'm twice removed from Oscar Wilde, but he didn't mind, why, he just smiled
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Yes, and the ocean parts when I walk through, and the clouds dissolve and the sky turns blue
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I'm held in very great value by everyone I meet but you
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'cause I've used my talents as I could, I've done some bad, I've done some good
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I did a whole lot better than they thought I would so, c'mon and treat me like you should!
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Because everybody loves me, baby, what's the matter with you?
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Won'tcha tell me what did I do to offend you? <whoo, yeah!>
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Everybody loves me, baby, what's the matter with you?
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Won'tcha tell me what did I do to offend you?
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Yeah, everybody loves me, baby, what's the matter with you?
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Won'tcha tell me what did I do to offend you?
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Everybody Loves Me, Baby
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| Don Mclean |
