Ain't we got fun : song / lyric by Gus Kahn & Raymond B. Egan music by Richard A. Whiting

VERSE 01: 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
CHORUS 01: 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/ 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 between time/ Ain't we got fun
VERSE 02: 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
CHORUS 02: 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 just started As mommer and pop/ Are we downhearted/ I'll say 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