| Lyrics：Stephen Sondheim Music：Stephen Sondheim | |
| Once upon a time I had plenty of nothing, | |
| Which was fine with me. | |
| Because I had rhythm, music, love, | |
| The sun, the stars and the moon above, | |
| Had the clear blue sky and the deep blue sea. | |
| That was when the best things in life were free. | |
| Then time went by and now I got plenty of plenty, | |
| Which is fine with me. | |
| 'Cause I still got love, I still got rhythm, | |
| But look at what I got to go with 'em. | |
| 'Who could ask for anything more?', I hear you query. | |
| Who would ask for anything more? Well, let me tell you, dearie. | |
| Got my diamonds, got my yacht, got a guy I adore. | |
| I'm so happy with what I got, I want more! | |
| Count your blessings, one, two, three | |
| I just hate keeping score. | |
| Any number is fine with me | |
| As long as it's more | |
| As long as it's more! | |
| I'm no mathematician, all I know is addition | |
| I find counting a bore. | |
| Keep the number mounting, your accountant does the counting. | |
| [More! More!] | |
| I got rhythm, music too, just as much as before | |
| Got my guy and my sky of blue, | |
| Now, however, I own the view. | |
| More is better than nothing, true | |
| But nothing's better than more, more, more | |
| Nothing's better than more. | |
| One is fun, why not two? | |
| And if you like two, you might as well have four, | |
| And if you like four, why not a few | |
| Why not a slew | |
| [More! More!] | |
| If you've got a little, why not a lot? | |
| Add and bit and it'll get to be an oodle. | |
| Every jot and tittle adds to the pot | |
| Soon you've got the kit as well as the caboodle. | |
| [More! More!] | |
| Never say when, never stop at plenty, | |
| If it's gonna rain, let it pour. | |
| Happy with ten, happier with twenty | |
| If you like a penny, wouldn't you like many much more? | |
| Or does that sound too greedy? | |
| That's not greed, no, indeedy | |
| That's just stocking the store | |
| Gotta fill your cupboard, remember Mother Hubbard. | |
| [More! More!] | |
| Each possession you possess | |
| Helps your spirits to soar. | |
| That's what's soothing about excess | |
| Never settle for something less. | |
| Something's better than nothing, yes! | |
| But nothing's better than more, more more | |
| [Except all, all, all] | |
| Except all, all, all | |
| Except once you have it all [have it all] | |
| You may find all else above [find all else above] | |
| That though things are bliss, | |
| There's one thing you miss, and that's | |
| More! More! | |
| More! More! More! More! | |
| More! More! More! |
| Lyrics: Stephen Sondheim Music: Stephen Sondheim | |
| Once upon a time I had plenty of nothing, | |
| Which was fine with me. | |
| Because I had rhythm, music, love, | |
| The sun, the stars and the moon above, | |
| Had the clear blue sky and the deep blue sea. | |
| That was when the best things in life were free. | |
| Then time went by and now I got plenty of plenty, | |
| Which is fine with me. | |
| ' Cause I still got love, I still got rhythm, | |
| But look at what I got to go with ' em. | |
| ' Who could ask for anything more?', I hear you query. | |
| Who would ask for anything more? Well, let me tell you, dearie. | |
| Got my diamonds, got my yacht, got a guy I adore. | |
| I' m so happy with what I got, I want more! | |
| Count your blessings, one, two, three | |
| I just hate keeping score. | |
| Any number is fine with me | |
| As long as it' s more | |
| As long as it' s more! | |
| I' m no mathematician, all I know is addition | |
| I find counting a bore. | |
| Keep the number mounting, your accountant does the counting. | |
| More! More! | |
| I got rhythm, music too, just as much as before | |
| Got my guy and my sky of blue, | |
| Now, however, I own the view. | |
| More is better than nothing, true | |
| But nothing' s better than more, more, more | |
| Nothing' s better than more. | |
| One is fun, why not two? | |
| And if you like two, you might as well have four, | |
| And if you like four, why not a few | |
| Why not a slew | |
| More! More! | |
| If you' ve got a little, why not a lot? | |
| Add and bit and it' ll get to be an oodle. | |
| Every jot and tittle adds to the pot | |
| Soon you' ve got the kit as well as the caboodle. | |
| More! More! | |
| Never say when, never stop at plenty, | |
| If it' s gonna rain, let it pour. | |
| Happy with ten, happier with twenty | |
| If you like a penny, wouldn' t you like many much more? | |
| Or does that sound too greedy? | |
| That' s not greed, no, indeedy | |
| That' s just stocking the store | |
| Gotta fill your cupboard, remember Mother Hubbard. | |
| More! More! | |
| Each possession you possess | |
| Helps your spirits to soar. | |
| That' s what' s soothing about excess | |
| Never settle for something less. | |
| Something' s better than nothing, yes! | |
| But nothing' s better than more, more more | |
| Except all, all, all | |
| Except all, all, all | |
| Except once you have it all have it all | |
| You may find all else above find all else above | |
| That though things are bliss, | |
| There' s one thing you miss, and that' s | |
| More! More! | |
| More! More! More! More! | |
| More! More! More! |
| Lyrics: Stephen Sondheim Music: Stephen Sondheim | |
| Once upon a time I had plenty of nothing, | |
| Which was fine with me. | |
| Because I had rhythm, music, love, | |
| The sun, the stars and the moon above, | |
| Had the clear blue sky and the deep blue sea. | |
| That was when the best things in life were free. | |
| Then time went by and now I got plenty of plenty, | |
| Which is fine with me. | |
| ' Cause I still got love, I still got rhythm, | |
| But look at what I got to go with ' em. | |
| ' Who could ask for anything more?', I hear you query. | |
| Who would ask for anything more? Well, let me tell you, dearie. | |
| Got my diamonds, got my yacht, got a guy I adore. | |
| I' m so happy with what I got, I want more! | |
| Count your blessings, one, two, three | |
| I just hate keeping score. | |
| Any number is fine with me | |
| As long as it' s more | |
| As long as it' s more! | |
| I' m no mathematician, all I know is addition | |
| I find counting a bore. | |
| Keep the number mounting, your accountant does the counting. | |
| More! More! | |
| I got rhythm, music too, just as much as before | |
| Got my guy and my sky of blue, | |
| Now, however, I own the view. | |
| More is better than nothing, true | |
| But nothing' s better than more, more, more | |
| Nothing' s better than more. | |
| One is fun, why not two? | |
| And if you like two, you might as well have four, | |
| And if you like four, why not a few | |
| Why not a slew | |
| More! More! | |
| If you' ve got a little, why not a lot? | |
| Add and bit and it' ll get to be an oodle. | |
| Every jot and tittle adds to the pot | |
| Soon you' ve got the kit as well as the caboodle. | |
| More! More! | |
| Never say when, never stop at plenty, | |
| If it' s gonna rain, let it pour. | |
| Happy with ten, happier with twenty | |
| If you like a penny, wouldn' t you like many much more? | |
| Or does that sound too greedy? | |
| That' s not greed, no, indeedy | |
| That' s just stocking the store | |
| Gotta fill your cupboard, remember Mother Hubbard. | |
| More! More! | |
| Each possession you possess | |
| Helps your spirits to soar. | |
| That' s what' s soothing about excess | |
| Never settle for something less. | |
| Something' s better than nothing, yes! | |
| But nothing' s better than more, more more | |
| Except all, all, all | |
| Except all, all, all | |
| Except once you have it all have it all | |
| You may find all else above find all else above | |
| That though things are bliss, | |
| There' s one thing you miss, and that' s | |
| More! More! | |
| More! More! More! More! | |
| More! More! More! |
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