(B. Holiday / A. Herzog)



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



'Cos 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