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Words by Gus Kahn and Raymond B. Egan Music by Mr. Richard Whiting (1921) 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 Ev'ry 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 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? 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 got 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, Ain't we got fun? Times are bad and getting badder, Still we have fun! There's nothing surer, The rich get rich and the poor get laid off In the meantime, In between time, Ain't we got fun? When the man who sold 'em carpets told 'em, He would take them away, They said "Wonderful! here's our chance! Take them up, and we'll dance!" And when burglars came and robb'd them Taking all their silver, they say. Hubby yell'd "We're famous, For they'll name us in the papers today!" Night or daytime, It's all playtime, Ain't we got fun? Hot or cold days, Any old days, Ain't we got fun? If wifie wishes, To go to a play, Don't wash the dishes, Just throw them away! Street car seats are awful narrow, Ain't we got fun? They won't smash up our Pierce Arrow, They've cut my wages, But my income tax will be so much smaller, When I'm paid off, I'll be laid off |