God Bless The Child

Lisa:Um, can you hear me in the booth?

Recording engineer:Loud and clear, Lisa.

Lisa:Oh, good. Thank you, sir, for letting me be in a real studio. It's a genuine thrill, sir.

Could I trouble you with one request?

Recording engineer:Sure thing.

Lisa:No synthetic sound, please. I want all live musicians.

Them that's got shall get,

Them that's not shall lose,

So the Bible says.

And it still is news.

Mama may have,

Papa may have,

But God bless the child

That's got his own.

That's got his own.

Yes, the strong get more

While the weak ones fade.

Empty pockets don't,

They never make the grade.

Mama may have,

Papa may have,

But God bless the child

That's got his own.

That's got his own.

When you've got money,

You've got lots of friends

Crowding round the door.

But when it's gone,

And all spending ends,

Oh, they don't come round no more.

Rich relations give

Crust of bread and such.

You can help yourself

But don't take too much.

Mama may have,

Papa may have,

God bless the child

That's got his own.

That's got his own.

Bleeding Gums:Well, that was lovely, Miss Lisa. Very soulful.

Lisa:Thank you, Mr. Murphy.

Bleeding Gums:Now, let's play a lil' blues.