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.
Got my diamonds, got my yacht, got a guy I adore.
I'm so happy with what I got, I want more!
I'm no mathematician. All I know is addition. I find counting a bore.
Keep the number mounting, your accountant does the counting.
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!
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If you've got a little, why not a lot?More! More!
Never say when, never stop at plenty,
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...
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!
Except all, all all....
Except once you have it all --
-- find all else above --
That though "things" are bliss,
There's one thing you miss....
and
that's
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