Them that's got shall get,
Them that's not shall lose.
So the Bible says,
And it still is news.
Mama may help,
And Papa may help,
But God bless the child
That's got his own.
That's got his own.
And the strong seem to get more,
While the weak ones fade.
Empty pockets don't
Ever make the grade.
Mama may help,
And Papa may help,
But God bless the child
That's got his own.
That's got his own.
And when you've got money,
You've got lots of friends,
A'crowding 'round your door.
(But wait a minute children!)
When the money's gone,
And all your spending ends,
They won't be 'round, any more, no, no!
And rich relations may give you,
A crust of bread and such.
You can help yourself,
But don't take too much.
Mama may help,
And Papa may help,
But God bless the child
That's got his own.
That's got his own.