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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Madonna
Madonna
Chant
Abe Most
Abe Most
Clarinette
Bob Magnusson
Bob Magnusson
Contrebasse
Mahlon Clark
Mahlon Clark
Clarinette
John Guerin
John Guerin
Batterie
Bill Schneider
Bill Schneider
Piano
Bob Cooper
Bob Cooper
Saxophone ténor
Tony Terran
Tony Terran
Trompette
Charles Loper
Charles Loper
Trombone
Jeremy Lubbock
Jeremy Lubbock
Direction de cors
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Stephen Sondheim
Stephen Sondheim
Paroles/Composition
Jeremy Lubbock
Jeremy Lubbock
Arrangement de cors
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Madonna
Madonna
Production
Bino Espinoza
Bino Espinoza
Ingénieries complémentaires
Stacy Baird
Stacy Baird
Ingénieries complémentaires
Bottrell Bill
Bottrell Bill
Production
Brian Malouf
Brian Malouf
Ingénierie de mixage
Patrick MacDougall
Patrick MacDougall
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

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 could 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, you might as well have four, And if you like four, why not a few Why not a slew? More! More! (More! More!) If you've got a little, why not a lot? Add and 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 all, all, all Except once you have it all (have it all) You may find all else above (find all 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! More! More! More!) More! More! More! (More! More! More!)
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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