I Got Plenty of Nothing (Gershwin)
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

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Porgy:
Oh, I got plenty o' nuthin',
An' nuthin's plenty for me
I got no car - got no mule
I got no misery

De folks with plenty o' plenty
Got a lock on dey door,
'fraid somebody's a-goin' to rob 'em
While dey's out a-makin' more
What for?

I got no lock on de door
(Dat's no way to be)
Dey can steal de rug from the floor
Dat's OK wid me
'Cause de things dat I prize
Like de stars in de skies
Are all free

Oh, I got plenty o' nuthin',
An' nuthin's plenty for me
I got my gal - got my song
Got Hebben de whole day long
(No use complainin'!)
Got my gal - got my Lawd, got my song.

Women:
Porgy change since dat woman come to live with he

Serena:
How he change?

All:
He ain' cross with chillen no more,
An' ain' you hear how
He an' Bess all de time singin' in their room?

Maria:
I tells you dat cripple's happy now (originally was 'nigger')

All:
Happy.

Porgy:
I got plenty o' nuthin',
An' nuthin's plenty for me
I got de sun, got de moon, got de 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 debble away,
A-way.
I ain't a-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' nothin'
An nuthn's plenty fo' me.
I got my gal, got my song,
Got Hebben de whole day long.
(No use complainin'!)
Got my gal.

All:
Got his gal

Porgy:
Got my Lawd

All:
Got his Lawd.

Porgy:
Got my song!