Lisa Simpson - God Bless the Child lyrics

Lisa: Um. Can you hear me in the booth? Booth: 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? Booth: Sure thing Lisa: No synthetic sound please. I want all live musicians Lisa: 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 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 Murphy: Well, that was lovely, Miss Lisa. Very soulful Lisa: Thank you, Mr. Murphy Murphy: Now let's play a little blues (Sax solo fadeout)