More

More is a song from the film Dick Tracy written by Stephen Sondheim and performed by Madonna as Breathless Mahoney.
The song is first heard when Breathless Mahoney and the chorus are rehearsing at the Club Ritz.
==Lyrics==
Once upon a time I had plenty of nothin'
Which was fine with me,
Because I had rhythm, music, love
The sun, the stars, and the moon above,
Had the clear blue sky, and the deep blue sea.
That was when the best thing's in life were free.
Then time went by and now I get plenty of plenty,
Which is fine with me,
I still got love, I still got rhythm,
Look at what I've got to go with 'em.
"Who could ask for anything more?"
I hear your query,
Who could ask for anything more,
well let me tell you, dearie!
Got my diamonds, got my yacht!
Got a guy I adore,
I'm so happy with what I've got,
I want more!
Count your blessings,
One-two-three,
I just hate keeping score,
Any number is fine with me,
as long as it's more,
As long as it's more!
I'm no mathematician,
All I know is addition,
I find counting a bore,
Forget about amounting,
Let your accountant do the counting
More!
More!
I've got rhythm, music too,
Just as much as before,
Got my guy, and my sky of blue
Now however, I own the view
More is better, than nothing, true,
But nothing's better than more,
Nothing's better than more!
One is fun, but why not two
and if you got two might as well have four
and if you got four, why not a few, why not a slew!
More!
More!
If you got a little, why not a lot,
Add a bit an it'll, get to be a noodle,
Every drop of tittle, after the pot,
Soon you got the kid, as well as the caboodle,
More!
More!
Never say when, never stop at plenty,
If it's gonna rain anymore,
Have you at ten, have you at twenty,
If you like a penny, would you like many much more!
Or does that sound to greedy,
That's no greed no indeedy,
That's just stocking the store,
Gotta fill your cupboard,
Remember Mother Hubbard,
More!
More!
Each possession you posses,
Helps your spirits to soar,
That's what soothing about excess,
Never settle for something less,
Something's better than nothing, YES!
But nothing's better than
More! More! More!
Except, all, all, all
Except once you have it all,
You may find all else a bore,
Cause though things are bliss,
There's one thing you miss,
And that's
More! More!
More, more, more, more, more!
Category:Songs
Category:Villain songs
Category:Dick Tracy