Written by Billie Holiday

Then that's got shall get,
them that's not shall loose,
so the Bible said 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

Well the strong gets more,
while the weak ones fade,
empty pokets 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

Money, you've got lots of friends
crowding round your door
when it's gone and spending ends
they don't come round no more

Rich relations give
crusts 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 that's got his own,
that's got his own