Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong - I Got Plenty O'nuttin'

Yes, I got plenty of nothing And nothing's plenty for me, oh I got no car, got no mule Got no misery The folks with plenty of plenty They've got a lock on they door, oh Afraid somebody's going to rob 'em While thems out there making more, what for? I got no lock on the door, that's no way to be They can steal the rug from the floor, that's ok with me 'Cause the things that I prize, like the stars in the skies are free Yes, I got plenty of nothing And nothing's plenty for me, oh I got my gal - got my song Got Heaven the whole day long Got my gal Got my love Yes, got my song Oh I got plenty of nothing And nothing's plenty for me I got the sun, got the moon Got the deep blue sea The folks with plenty of plenty Got to pray all the day Seems with plenty you've sure got to worry How to keep the Devil away, away I ain't afraid about Hell 'til the time arrives Never worry 'long as I'm well Never wanna strive to be good, to be bad What the hell, I'm glad I'm alive! Oh I got plenty of nothing And nothing's plenty for me I got my man, got my song Got Heaven the whole day long Got my man Got my love Got my song Got plenty, got plenty Got plenty of nothin' Got plenty of nothin'