AIN'T WE GOT FUN
Music by RICHARD A. WHITING
Lyrics by GUS KAHN & RAYMOND B. EGAN
Published 1921 by Jerome H. Remick & Co., New York and Detroit

[Verse 1.]
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.

[Chorus]
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 havn'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 2.]
Just to make their trouble Nearly double
Something happen'd last night.
To the chimney a gray bird came,
Mister Stork was 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 2]
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 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.