Have lots of it to share, desperately seeking a place to put some.

I got plenty of nothing
And nothing is plenty for me.
I got no car,
Got no mule,
I Got no misery
Folks with plenty of plenty
They got a lock on the door
Afraid somebody's gonna rob 'em while
they're out making more
What for?
I got no lock on the door
that's no way to be
They can steal the rug
From off the floor
that's OK with me
Cause the things that I prize
Like the stars in the skies
Are all free
So I've got plenty of nothing
And nothing is plenty for me.

I got my gal
I Got my song,
I Got heaven the whole day long.

I Got my gal
I Got my lord
I Got my song
I've got plenty of nothing
And nothing is plenty for me.
I got my girl
I Got my song,
I Got heaven the whole day long.
I Got my girl
I Got my lord
I Got my song

(repeat)