Got my diamonds, got my yacht, got a guy I adore. Count your blessings, one, two, three I just hate keeping score. I find counting a bore. Keep the number mounting, your accountant does the counting. I got rhythm, music too, just as much as before Got my guy and my sky of blue, Now, however, I own the view.
Nothing's better than more.
Soon you've got the kit as well as the caboodle. Never say when, never stop at plenty, If it's gonna rain, let it pour. That's just stocking the store Gotta fill your cupboard, remember Mother Hubbard. Each possession you possess Helps your spirits to soar. Never settle for something less.