Ain't We Got Fun

Words by Gus Kahn, Raymond B. Egan; music by Richard Whiting, 1921

1. Bill collectors gather round and rather haunt the cottage next door,
Men the grocer and butcher sent,
Men who call for the rent.
But within a happy chappy and his bride of only a year,
Seem to be so cheerful, here's an ear full of the chatter you hear.

Ev'ry morning, every evening
Ain't we got fun?
Not much money, oh but honey,
Ain't We Got Fun?
The rent's unpaid dear, we haven't a bus,
But smiles were made dear, for people like us
In the winter, in the summer,
Don't we have fun,
Times are bum and getting bummer, Still we have fun
There's nothing surer, the rich get rich and the poor get poorer
In the meantime, in between time,
Ain't we got fun?

2. Just to make their trouble nearly double,
Something happen'd last night.
To their chimney a gray bird came,
Mr. Stork is his name.
And I'll bet two pins a pair of twins just happen'd in with the bird.
Still they're very gay and merry,
Just at dawning I heard.

Ev'ry morning, ev'ry evening
Don't we have fun,
Twins and cares dear, come in pairs dear,
Don't we have fun
We've only started, as mommer and pop,
Are we downhearted, I'll say that we're not.
Landlords mad and getting madder,
Don't we have fun,
Times are bad and getting badder, Still we have fun
There's nothing surer, the rich get rich and the poor get children
In the meantime, in between time,
Don't we have fun?

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