[BREATHLESS]

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...

More! More!

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

Might as well have four

And if you like four

Why not a few?

Why not a slew

More?

More!

If you 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!