| Lyrics: | Once upon a time I had plenty of nothing,
Which was fine with me.
Because I had rhythm,
music, love,
The sun, the stars and the moon above,
Had the clear blue sky and the deep
blue sea.
That was when the best things in life were free.
Then time went by and now
I got plenty of plenty,
Which is fine with me.
'Cause I still got love, I still got
rhythm,
But look at what I got to go with 'em.
"Who could ask for anything more?", I hear
you query.
Who would ask for anything more? Well, let me tell you, dearie.
Got my
diamonds, got my yacht, got a guy I adore.
I'm so happy with what I got, I want
more!
Count your blessings, one, two, three
I just hate keeping score.
Any
number is fine with me
As long as it's more
As long as it's more!
I'm no
mathematician, all I know is addition
I find counting a bore.
Keep the number mounting,
your accountant does the counting.
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I got rhythm, music too, just as
much as before
Got my guy and my sky of blue,
Now, however, I own the view.
More is
better than nothing, true
But nothing's better than more, more, more
Nothing's better than
more.
One is fun, why not two?
And if you like two, you might as well have
four,
And if you like four, why not a few
Why not a slew
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If
you've got a little, why not a lot?
Add and bit and it'll get to be an oodle.
Every jot
and tittle adds to the pot
Soon you've got the kit as well as the caboodle.
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Never say when, never stop at plenty,
If it's gonna rain, let it
pour.
Happy with ten, happier with twenty
If you like a penny, wouldn't you like many much
more?
Or does that sound too greedy?
That's not greed, no, indeedy
That's just
stocking the store
Gotta fill your cupboard, remember Mother Hubbard.
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Each possession you possess
Helps your spirits to soar.
That's what's
soothing about excess
Never settle for something less.
Something's better than nothing,
yes!
But nothing's better than more, more more
[Except all, all, all]
Except all,
all, all
Except once you have it all [have it all]
You may find all else above [find all
else above]
That though things are bliss,
There's one thing you miss, and
that's
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