Them that's got shall get  Them that's not shall lose  So the Bible said and it still is news  Mama may have, Papa may have  But God bless the child who's got his own  Who's got his own    Yes, the strong gets 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 who's got his own  Who's got his own    Money, you've got lots of friends  Hanging round your door  Then it's gone, and the money ends  They don't come around no more  Rich relations give  Crust of bread and such  You can help yourself baby  Oh don't you take too much  Mama may have, Papa may have  But God bless the child who's got his own  Who's got his own    Money, you've got lots of friends  Hanging round your door  Then it's gone, and the money ends  They don't come around no more  Rich relations give  Crust of bread and such  You can help yourself baby  Oh don't you take too much  Mama may have, Papa may have  But God bless the child who's got his own    these lyrics are submitted by burkul