I Got Plenty O' Nothin' Songtext
von Harry Belafonte

I got plenty of nothin′Nothing's plenty for me
I got no car, got no mule
Got no misery The folks with plenty of plenty
Got a lock on the door
Afraid somebody′s a gonna rob 'em
While they're 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
Nothing′s plenty for me
I got my gal, got my song
Got heaven the whole day long
Got my gal, got my lord, got my song I got plenty of nothing
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 sure got to worry
How to keep the devil away, away
I ain′t fretting' bout Hell till the time arrives
Never want a long as I am well
Never want to strife to be good to be bad
What the hell I am glad I′m alive I got plenty of nothing
Nothing's plenty for me
I got my gal, I got my song
Got heaven the whole day long
Got my gal, got my Lord, got my song
Got my song, got my song