I Got Plenty O Nuttin - Louis Armstrong/Ella Fitzgerald

I got plenty of nothing

And nothing's plenty for me

I got no car got no mule

I got no misery

Folks with plenty of nothing

They've got a lock on the door

Afraid somebody's going to 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 ok 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 gal got my song

I got heaven the whole day long

Got my gal got my love 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

Sure with plenty you sure got to worry

How to keep the devil away away

I ain't 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 gal got my song

I got heaven the whole day long

Got my gal got my love got my song

I got plenty

I got plenty

I got plenty of nothing

I got plenty of nothing