ever make the grade
''cause mama may have,
and papa may have
God bless the child that's got his own,
that's got his own
And when ya got money, ya got lots of friends,
crowdin' 'round your door
When the money's gone,
and all your spendin' ends,
they won't be 'round anymore.
No, no, no
And rich relations may give you,
a crust of bread and such
You can help yourself,
but don't take to much
Mama may have, and papa may have
God bless the child that's got his own,
that's got his own
And when ya got money,
ya got lots of friends,
they're crowdin' 'round your door
When the money's gone, and all your spendin' ends,
they won't be 'round anymore.
No, no,
And rich relations may give you,
a crust of bread and such
You can help yourself,
but don't take to much
Mama may have,
and papa may have
God bless the child who can,
stand up and say"I got my own"
Ev'ry child's got to have his own,
yeah