(B. Holiday / A. Herzog)      Those that's got shall get   Those that's not shall lose   So the bible said and it still is true      Mama may have   Papa may have   But God bless the child that's got his own   That's got his own      Well the strong seem to get more   While the weak ones fade   Empty pockets don't ever make the grade      Mama may have   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   Crawling round your door   When the money's gone   And all your spending ends   They won't be around no more      Rich relations may give you   A crust of bread and such   You can help yourself but don't take too much      'Cos Mama may have   Papa may have   But God bless the child that's got his own   That's got his own      When you got money   You got lots of friends   Crawling round your door   When the money's gone   And all your spending ends   They won't be around no more      Rich relations may give you   A crust of bread and such   You can help yourself but don't take too much      Mama may have   Papa may have   But God bless the child who can turn round and say   I've got my own