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'