(Originally written by Billie Holiday & Arthur Herzog Jr.)

Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose
Oh the Bible says and it still is news
Mama may have, Papa may have
God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own

And the strong seem get more
While the weak ones slave
Empty pockets don't ever make the grade
Mama may have, Papa may have
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
Crowding around your door
When the money's gone
And all your spending ends
They won't be ‘round any more

And the rich relations may give you
A crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
Just don't take too much
Mama may have, Papa may have
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, yea
Crowding around your door
When the money's gone
And all your spending ends
They won't be ‘round any more

And the rich relations may give you
A crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
Just don't take too much
Mama may have, Papa may have
God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own

That's got his own
That's got his own
God bless the child