Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong I Got Plenty O' Nuttin' ^{Ожидает модерации}

I got plenty o'nothin' and nothin's plenty for me
I got no car, got no mule, I got no misery.
Folks with plenty of plenty, they got a lock on the door
Afraid somebody's gonna rob 'em while they're out a'makin' 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.

Say, I got plenty o'nothin' and nothin'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.