Lyrics Ain't We Got Fun - Billy Jones, Begleitorchester, Billy Jones, Begleitorchester

Ain't We Got Fun

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 earful of the chatter you hear
Every 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 got fun?
Times are bum and getting bummer
Still we have fun
There’s nothing surer
The rich get rich and the poor get children
In the meantime, in between time
Ain’t we got fun?
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 children
In the meantime, in between time
Ain’t we got fun?
Just to make their trouble nearly double
Something happened last night
To their chimney, a grey bird came
Mr Stork is his name
And I’ll bet two pins a pair of twins
Just happn’d in with the bird
Still they’re very gay and merry
Just at dawning I heard:
Every morning, every 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 down-hearted?
I’ll say that we’re not, no!
Landlord’s 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?
Streetcar seats are awful narrow
But we got fun
They won’t smash up our Pierce-Arrow
We ain’t got none
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?