One, two, three      You gotta love everybody, make 'em feel good about themselves   You gotta love everybody, make 'em feel good about themselves   You got to love everybody tonight, you gotta love everybody tonight   You gotta love everybody, make 'em feel good about themselves      Alright      Sally could barely rally, she livin' in cardboard alley   Convinced she was doin' fine   Burt was a millionaire, sellin' that spray-on hair   Sippin' Californee wine      She was hardly handling and panhandling   Off-times she was squeezing out a dime at a time   From his limousine he could see beauty underneath the dirt   And this is what it said on the sign      You gotta love everybody, make 'em feel good about themselves   You gotta love everybody, make 'em feel good about themselves   You got to love everybody tonight, you gotta love everybody tonight   You gotta love everybody, make 'em feel good about themselves      Bree was worth billions, she was killingly beautiful   A diamond with the venomous charm   Harvey was starving, carving tattoos on the punks   Called himself 'DaVinci Of Arms'      She was high on twinkies when she pulled in thinking   She could just get in and out, convenience is bliss   By the flash on the wall, she seemed twenty feet tall   And this is what he put on her fist      It said, "You gotta love everybody, make 'em feel good about themselves"   You gotta love everybody, make 'em feel good about themselves, yeah      You gotta love everybody, love everybody, love everybody   Love everybody, love everybody, love everybody   Love everybody, love everybody, love everybody   Love everybody, love everybody, love everybody tonight, tonight      Love everybody tonight