Billy Jones sings “Ain’t We Got Fun” on Edison Blue Amberol 4309.<br /><br />Music by Richard A. Whiting<br /><br />Lyrics by Gus Kahn & Raymond B. Egan<br /><br />Bill collectors gather 'round and rather haunt <br />the cottage next door--men the grocer and <br />butcher sent, and men who call for the rent.<br /><br />But, within, our happy chappy and his bride <br />of only a year seem to be so cheerful. <br /><br />Here's an earful of the chatter you hear:<br /><br />Every morning, every evening--<br />Ain't we got fun, huh?<br />Not much money, oh, but, honey,<br />Ain't we got fun, huh?<br />The rent's unpaid, dear.<br />We haven't a buck (not a nickel).<br />But smiles were made, dear,<br />For people like us, yes.<br /><br />In the winter, in the summer, don't we have fun? <br />Huh? Times are bum and getting bummer. <br />Still we have fun.<br /><br />There's nothing surer--the rich get rich <br />and the poor get children.<br />In the meantime, in between time, ain't we got fun?<br /><br />____________________<br /><br />Every morning, every evening<br />Ain't we got fun?<br />Not much money, oh, but honey<br />Ain't we got fun?<br /><br />Our rent's unpaid, dear<br />And we haven't a bus<br />But smiles were made, dear<br />Oh, for people like us<br /><br />There's nothing sure<br />The rich get rich and the poor get poor<br />In the meantime, in between time<br />Ain't we got fun? C'mon<br /><br />Every little summer, every little winter<br />Don't we got fun?<br />Twins and cares, dear, come in pairs, dear<br />Still we have fun<br /><br />When I first saw you<br />I had but one thought<br />And then you chased me<br />Oh, until you were caught<br /><br />Ain't we got fun?<br />Ain't we got fun, fun, fun?<br /><br />I'm not too clever<br />But I might just say those words over<br />Thank you, kind sir, I don't mind, sir<br />Ain't we got fun?
