1, 2, 3, 4 
I got a sheet for my bed, 
And a pillow for my head 
I got a pencil full of lead, 
And some water for my throat 
I've got buttons for my coat; and sails on my boat 
So much more than I needed before 
I got money in the meter and a two bar heater 
Now it's getting hotter; 
Oh it's only getting sweeter 
I got legs on my chairs and a head full of hear 
Pot and a pan 
And some shoes on my feet; 
I got a shelf full of books and most of my teeth 
few pairs of socks and a door with a lock 
I got food in my belly and a license for my telly 
And nothing's going to bring me down 
I got a nice guitar and tyres on my car 
I got most of the means; and scripts for the scenes 
I'm out and about, so I'm in with a shout 
I got a fair bit of chat but better than that 
Food in my belly and a license for my telly 
And nothing's going to bring me down 
Nothing's going to bring me down

But best of all (best of all) 
I've got my baby 
She's mighty fine and says she's all mine 
And nothing's going to bring me down 
Best of all 
I've got my baby 
She's mighty fine and says she's all mine 
And nothing's going to bring me down 
Not today, no, no