AIN'T WE GOT FUN (Words, Gus Kahn and Raymond B. Egan. Music, Richard Whiting. 1921.)
VERSE 1: Bill collectors gather round and rather haunt the cottage next door, Men the grocer and butcher sent and men who call for the rent; But within, a happy chappie and his bride of only a year Seem to be so cheerful. Here's an earful of the chatter you hear:
CHORUS 1: 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 2: Just to make their trouble nearly double, something happened 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 happened 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? Twin and cares, dear, come in pairs, dear. Don't we have fun? We've only started at mommer and pop. Are we down-hearted? I'll say that we're not. 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?
VERSE 3: When the man who sold 'em carpets told 'em, he would take them away, They said "Wonderful! here's our chance! Take them up, and we'll dance!" And when burglars came and robb'd them, taking all their silver, they say, Hubby yell'd "We're famous, for they'll name us in the papers today!"
CHORUS 3: Night or daytime, it's all playtime. Ain't we got fun? Hot or cold days, any old days, ain't we got fun? If wifie wishes to go to a play, Don't wash the dishes. Just throw them away! Street car seats are awful narrow. Ain't we got fun? They won't smash up our Pierce Arrow. Ain't we got fun? They've cut my wages, but my income tax will be so much smaller. When I'm paid off, I'll be laid off. Ain't we got fun?