| Bill collectors gather 'round and rather
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| Haunt the cottage next door
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| Men the grocer and butcher sent
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| Men who call for the rent
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| But within a happy chappy
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| And his bride of only a year
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| Seem to be so cheerful, here’s an earful
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| Of the chatter you hear
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| Ev’ry morning, ev’ry evening
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| Ain’t we got fun?
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| Not much money, Oh, but honey
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| Ain’t we got fun?
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| The rent’s unpaid dear
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| We haven’t a bus
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| But smiles were made dear
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| For people like us
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| In the winter in the Summer
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| Don’t we have fun
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| Times are bum and getting bummer
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| Still we have fun
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| There’s nothing surer
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| The rich get rich and the poor get children
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| In the meantime, in between time
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| Ain’t we got fun?
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| Just to make their trouble nearly double
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| Something happened last night
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| To their chimney a gray bird came
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| Mister Stork is his name
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| And I’ll bet two pins, a pair of twins
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| Just happened in with the bird
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| Still they’re very gay and merry
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| Just at dawning I heard
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| Ev’ry morning, ev’ry evening
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| Don’t we have fun
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| Twins and cares, dear, come in pairs, dear
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| Don’t we have fun
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| We’ve only started
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| As mommer and pop
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| Are we downhearted
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| I’ll say that we’re not
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| Landlords mad and getting madder
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| Ain’t we got fun?
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| Times are so bad and getting badder
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| Still we have fun
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| There’s nothing surer
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| The rich get rich and the poor get laid off
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| In the meantime, in between time
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| Ain’t we got fun? |