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
got my top chef! yeah!

-Hobby Horse