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)