I Got Plenty O' Nuttin' - Rosemary Clooney
I got plenty of nothing
And nothing's plenty for me
I got no car I got no mule
I got no misery
Folks with plenty of plenty
Got a lock on the door
They afraid somebody's gonna rob 'em
While there out a 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 okay with me
'Cause the things that I prize
Like the stars in the skies are all free
I got plenty of nothing
And nothing's plenty for me
I got my man I got my song
I got heaven the whole day long
Got my man I got my love I got my song
Folks with plenty of plenty
They got to pray all the day
It's same with plenty you sure got a worry
How to keep the devil away away
I'm not frettin 'bout hell
'Till the time arrive
Never worry long as I'm well
Never one to strive
To be good to be bad
What the hell
I am glad I'm alive
Oh I got plenty of nothing
And nothing's plenty for me
I got my mind I got my song
I got heaven the whole day long
Got my mine
Got my love
Got my song
Got my mind
Got my love
Got my song