Текст песни
One, two, three, four
Hey, hey
I got plenty of nothin'
And nothin's plenty for me
Well, I got no car and I got no mule
I got no misery
Well, the folks with plenty of plenty
They got a lock on their door
They're afraid somebody's gonna go in and rob them
While they're out makin' more
Just tell me what for
Well, I got no lock on my door
That's the way to be
They can steal the rug from the floor
It's okay by me
'Cause the things that I prize
Like the stars in the skies are all free
I got plenty of nothin', yeah
Nothin's plenty for me
Well, I got my gal, got my song
And Heaven, the holy law
Yeah, got my love, got my song
Hey, hey
I ain't afraid about Hell 'til the time arrives
What's it matter long as I'm well?
What's the use to strive, to be good, to be bad?
What the hell, I'm just glad I'm alive
I got plenty of nothin'
And nothin's plenty for me
Well, I got my gal, got my song
And Heaven, the holy law
Yeah, got my love, got my song
Got my income tax
Got my manager
He wants his percentage
He's in trouble
But he don't know it
'Cause the song's got plenty of nothin'
Hey!