Um, 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
But God bless the child
That's got his own
That's got his own

Yes, the strong get more
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't
They never make the grade

Mama may have
Papa may have
But 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
Crowding round the door
But when it's gone
And all spending ends
Oh, they don't come round no more

Rich 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 lil' blues