You may park in a mansion grand; a castle built on sand 
Have more than enough while your poor neighbors lack 
Check out in a silk-lined box ‘neath a hand-carved granite rock 
But you can’t keep the shirt that’s on your back 

No you can’t, no you can’t 
No you can’t take it with you when you go 
No matter how hard you work, no matter how hard you play 
All you get to keep is what you gave away 

You may shack with a drop-dead fox in a borrowed krib that rocks 
Run it up on plastic and never intend to pay 
Drive a great big fancy car, party hard on caviar 
But the grim reaper will come collect some day 

No you can’t, no you can’t 
No you can’t take it with you when you go 
No matter how you complain and no matter how much you pray 
All you get to keep is what you gave away 

When it’s time (when it’s time), When it’s time (when it’s time) 
When it’s time to leave this world someday 
No matter what we do, believe or think or say 
All we get to keep is what we gave away 

Yeah, you may cuss an’ moan, ask for an extended loan 
But all we get to keep is what we gave away