God Bless The Child Lyrics

{Can you hear me in the booth? Loud and clear, 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? Sure thing, 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 mayhem, Papa mayhem God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own
It's the strong, get smart While the weak ones fade And if I get stumped They'll never make the grade
Mama mayhem, Papa mayhem 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 Crowded 'round the door
But when it's gone And all else find an ends Well, they don't come round no more
Which relations give Crust of bread and such You can help yourself But don't take too much
Mama mayhem, Papa mayhem God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own
{Well that was lovely, Miss Lisa, very soulful Thank you, Mr. Murphy Now, let's play a little blues}