ella fitzgerald
i got plenty o nuttin
I got plenty of nothing And nothing's plenty for me I got no car - got no mule I got no misery Folks with plenty of plenty They've got a lock on the door Afraid somebody's gonna rob 'em While there out (a) making more - what for I got no lock on the door - that's no way to be They can steal the rug from the floor - that's OK with me 'Cause the things that I prize - like the stars in the skies - are all free I got plenty of nothing And nothing's plenty for me I got my gal - got my song (I) Got heaven the whole day long - Got my gal - got my love - got my song