I realize this old Don McLean song can be interpreted other ways, but it's very hard for me not to always hear the anthem of the narcissist in it.
Here's a youtube of him singing it;
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EDhTm8-Ov3MBelow are the lyrics. Sound like anyone you know?
Fortune has me well at hand,
armies wait at my command,
my gold lies in a foreign land,
buried deep beneath the sand.
Angels guide my every tread,
my enemies are sick or dead,
but all the victories I've lead,
haven't brought you to my bed.
Chorus:
You see, every body loves me baby what's the matter with you?
Won't you tell me, what did I do to offend you?
The purist race I've bred for thee,
to live in my democracy,
and the highest human pedigree,
awaits your first born boy baby.
My face on every coin engraved,
the anarchists are all enslaved.
My own flag is forever waved,
by the grateful people I have saved.
(Chorus)
No land is beyond my claim,
when the land is seized in the peoples 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 twice removed from Oscar Wilde,
but he didn't mind, why he just smiled.
(Chorus)
Now the ocean parts when I walk through,
the clouds dissolve, 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 could,
so come on and treat me like you should.
(Chorus) Repeat and end.
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