More sing and play along

Got my diamonds,

got my yacht,

got a guy I adore.

I'm so happy with what I got,

as I want more!

Count your blessings:

One, two, three.

I just hate keeping score.

Any number is fine with me,

as I want more!

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've got a little,

why not a lot?

Add a bit and it'll get to be an oodle.

Ev'ry 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

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 all, all, all.

Except once you have it all,

have it all, you may find all else above,

else above.

That though "things" are bliss,

there's one thing you miss, and that's more!

More! More!

More! More!

More! More!

More! More!