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John Barrowman, Putting It Together
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Once upon a time I had plenty of nothing
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 things in life
Were free

Then time went by
And now I got plenty of plenty
Which is fine with me
'Cause I still got love,
I still got rhythm
But look at what I got to go
With 'em
Who could ask for anything more?
I hear you query
Who would 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 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
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
More is better than nothing, true
But nothing's better than more,
More, more
Nothing's better than more

One is fun, why not two?
And if you like two,
You might as well have four
And if you like four,
Why not a few,
Why not a slew
(More! More!)

If you've got a little,
why not a lot?
Add a bit
And it'll get to be an oodle
Every jot and tittle adds to the pot
Soon you've got the kit
As well as the caboodle
(More! More!)

Never say when
Never stop at plenty
If it's gonna rain, let it pour
Happy with ten
Happier with twenty
If you like a penny,
Wouldn't you like many, much more?

Or does that sound too greedy?
That's not greed, no, indeedy
That's just stocking the store
Gotta fill your cupboard
Remember Mother Hubbard
(More! More!)

Each possession you possess
Helps your spirits to soar
That's what's 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 above
That though things are bliss
There's one thing you miss
And that's more, more!
More, more, more, more!

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