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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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