Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah

Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose
For the Bible says and it still is news
Oh, your mama may have
Your daddy may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own

Now, the strong, they get more
While all the weak ones fade away
Empty pockets don't ever, no, no
They don't make the grade
Ooh, your mama may have
And your daddy may have his too
But God bless the child
That can stand up in the world and say
"I got my own"

When you got money
You got lots of friends who...
Well, they'll come knockin' on...
They come visit round your door
Oh, but when the money's gone
And all the spendin' ends
All the spendin' ends
They don't come around your house
Not your big old house, no, no more
Rich relations, they might give you
A little crust of bread and such
You can help yourself, baby
But don't you take, don't you take too much
Mama may have
Your daddy may have his too
But God, He bless the child that's got his own
Ooh, God bless the child got his own
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yes, He do
Thank you, Lordy
Yeah, yeah

Well, God bless the child
God bless Billie Holliday
God bless you, Billy Crystal, oh
Wherever you is
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Yeah, yeah
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Oh, yeah
Shooby dooby dooby
Okay, thank you very much