|
Those that's got shall get |
|
Those that's not shall lose |
|
So the bible said and it still is true |
|
Mama may have |
|
Papa may have |
|
But God bless the child that's got his own |
|
That's got his own |
|
Well the strong seem to get more |
|
While the weak ones fade |
|
Empty pockets don't ever make the grade |
|
Mama may have |
|
Papa may have |
|
But God bless the child that's got his own |
|
That's got his own |
|
And when you got money |
|
You got lots of friends |
|
Crawling round your door |
|
When the money's gone |
|
And all your spending ends |
|
They won't be around no more |
|
Rich relations may give you |
|
A crust of bread and such |
|
You can help yourself but don't take too much |
|
'Cause Mama may have |
|
Papa may have |
|
But God bless the child that's got his own |
|
That's got his own |
|
When you got money |
|
You got lots of friends |
|
Crawling round your door |
|
When the money's gone |
|
And all your spending ends |
|
They won't be around no more |
|
Rich relations may give you |
|
A crust of bread and such |
|
You can help yourself but don't take too much |
|
Mama may have |
|
Papa may have |
|
But God bless the child who can turn round and say |
|
I've got my own |
