Ain't We Got Fun

Bill collectors gather Raymond B. Egan Richard A. Whiting Ain't We Got Fun 1b.jpg Ain't we got fun - Billy Jones.ogg

Bill collectors gather

'Round and rather

Haunt the cottage next door

Men the grocer and butcher sent

Men who call for the rent

But with in 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 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 the 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

Mister 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

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 downhearted

I'll say that we're not

Landlords mad and getting madder

Ain't we got fun

Times are so 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.