I Got Plenty O' Nuttin'

I Got Plenty O' Nuttin' - Ella Fitzgerald (埃拉·菲茨傑拉德)/Louis Armstrong (路易斯·阿姆斯特郎)

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 gonna rob 'em

While there out 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

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 about 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

I got plenty of nothing

And nothing's plenty for me

I got my gal

Got my song

Got heaven the whole day long

Got my gal

Got my love

Got my song

Got plenty

Got plenty

Got plenty of nothing

Got plenty of nothing