[JustAmy]

I Got Plenty Of Nothing

I got plenty of nothing
And nothing's plenty for me
I got no car - got no mule
I got no misery

Folks with plenty of plenty
They've got a lock on the door
Afraid somebody's gonna rob 'em
While there out (a) making more - what for


I got no lock on the door - that's no way to be
They can steal the rug from the floor - that's OK with me
Cause the things that I prize - like the stars in the skies - are all free


I got plenty of nothing
And nothing's plenty for me
I got my gal - got my song
(I) Got heaven the whole day long

[mudblood]

This is awsome. Who wrote it? Sounds like a song.

[JustAmy]

More Nothing


I was born with nothing,
I still have most of it.
Whenever it gets low,
I still do have a bit.
There's a lot of nothing,
Trapped between my ears.
Seems I can't give it away,
Though I have tried for years.
So if you find you need some,
Please just give me a call.
I won't just share my nothing,
I'll let you have it all.

CG aka DIF 8/28/04

[Victoria Delsoul]

Absolutely nothing

Dinosaurs . . .
They're very, very dead, you know.
They died a zillion years ago. . . .
But whether they're alive or dead,
there's one that hides beneath my bed.
His teeth are huge. He has big scales.
His toenails are as sharp as nails.
I hear him breathe. I hear him snore.
I hear him gnash his teeth and roar.
My mother says, "Look here, my dear,
there's absolutely nothing here!"
He's getting very hungry now. . . .
He'll have to get a meal somehow.
My father says, "There's nothing there.
There's absolutely nothing there!"
But in the morning they will see
absolutely nothing
left of me!

~ Ranger Rick

Hope you're having a nice day, Amy.

Be back later. :-)

[JustAmy]

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I Got Plenty Of Nothing
A Soundtrack From The Great 1927 Broadway Musical "Showboat"
Lyrics By Oscar Hammerstein, II

I got plenty of nothing
And nothing's plenty for me
I got no car - got no mule
I got no misery

Folks with plenty of plenty
They've got a lock on the door
Afraid somebody's gonna rob 'em
While there out (a) making more - what for

I got no lock on the door - that's no way to be
They can steal the rug from the floor - that's OK with me
Cause the things that I prize - like the stars in the skies - are all free

I got plenty of nothing
And nothing's plenty for me
I got my gal - got my song
(I) Got heaven the whole day long