Them that’s got shall get,them that’s not shall loseSo the Bible says, and it still is newsMama may have, and papa may haveGod bless the child that’s got his ownWell that’s got his own
And the strong seem to get more,while the weak one’s fadeEmpty pockets don’t, ever make the grade’Cuz mama may have, and papa may haveGod bless the child that’s got his own,that’s got his own
And when ya got money, ya got lots of friends,crowdin’ ’round your doorWhen the money’s gone, and all your spendin’ ends,they won’t be ’round anymore. No, no, no
And rich relations may give you,a crust of bread and suchYou can help yourself, but don’t take to muchMama may have, and papa may haveGod bless the child that’s got his own,that’s got his own
And when ya got money, ya got lots of friends,they’re crowdin’ ’round your doorWhen the money’s gone, and all your spendin’ ends,they won’t be ’round anymore. No, no,
And rich relations may give you,a crust of bread and suchYou can help yourself, but don’t take to muchMama may have, and papa may haveGod bless the child who can, stand up and say»I got my own»Ev’ry child’s got to have his own, yeah
