Written by Billie Holiday 



Then that's got shall get, 

them that's not shall loose, 

so the Bible said and it still is news.

Mama may have, papa may have, 

but God bless the child that's got his own,

that's got his own.



Well the strong gets more,

while the weak ones fade,

empty pokets 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. 



Money, you've got lots of friends

crowding round your door 

when it's gone and spending ends

they don't come round no more



Rich relations give 

crusts 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 that's got his own,

that's got his own.