Clap your hands!

Oh, I got plenty o' nuttin',
An' nuttin's plenty fo' me.
I got no car,
Got no mule,
I got no misery.

De folks wid plenty o' plenty
Got a lock on dey door,
'Fraid somebody's agoin' to rob `em
While dey's out amakin' more.
What's for?

I got no lock on de door,
(Dat's no way to be)
Dey kin steal de rug from de floor,
Dat's okeh wid me,
'Cause de things dat I prize,
Like de stars in de skies,
All are free.

Oh, I got plenty o' nuttin',
An' nuttin''s plenty for' me.
I got my gal,
Got my song,
Got Hebben de whole day long.

Got my gal,
Got my Lawd,
Got my song.

I got plenty o' nuttin',
An` nuttin's plenty fo` me.
I got the sun;
Got the moon,
Got the deep blue sea.

De folks wid plenty o' plenty
Got to pray all de day.
Seems wid plenty you sure got to worry
How to keep the debbel away,
Away.

I ain't frettin 'bout hell
Till de time arrive.
Never worry long as I'm well,
Never one to strive
To be good,
To be bad,
What the hell?
I is glad I's alive.

Oh, I got plenty o' nuttin',
An' nuttin''s plenty for' me.
I got my man,
Got my song,
Got Hebben de whole day long.

Got my man,
Got my Lawd,
Got my song.