Them that's got, shall get Them that's not, shall lose So the Bible says And it still is news Mama may have And papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own will 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 Cause mama may have And papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own And when you got money You got lots of friends Their crowding round your door When the money's gone And all you're spending ends They won't be round anymore, no, 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 have And papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own And when you got money You got lots of friends Their crowding round your door But wait a minute children When the money's gone And all you're spending ends They won't be round anymore, 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 have And papa may have But God bless the child who can Stand up and say I got my own Every child's got to have his own bell