Them that's got shall have Them that's not shall lose So the Bible says and it still is news Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own, that's got his own Money, you've got lots of friends They're crowding around your door But when you're gone and spending ends They won't come to you no more Rich relations give crusts of bread and such You can help yourself, just don't take too much Cause Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own, that's got his own Money, you've got lots of friends They're crowding around your door But when you're gone and spending ends They won't come to you no more So the strong get smart While the weak ones fade Empty pockets don't ever make the grade But God bless the child, God bless the child God bless the child, God bless the child...