God Bless The Child Lyrics - Singles - Simpsons

{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 may have, Papa may have, 

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 may have,Papa may have, 

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 may have, Papa may have, 

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}