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 may have
Papa may have
But 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
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
Crowded 'round the door
But when it's gone
And all your spending find an ends
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
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own

Bleeding Gums Murphy:
Well, that was lovely, Miss Lisa. Very soulful
Lisa: Thank you, Mr. Murphy
Bleeding Gums Murphy: Now let's play a little blues

(Sax solo fadeout)