Writer(s): heyward/gershwin/gershwin
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 plenty
They’ve got a lock on the door
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 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
