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    "Ain't We Got Fun?" Lyrics

    Margaret Whiting feat. Bob Hope

    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

    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 between time
    Ain't we got fun?

    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

    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?

    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 robbed them
    Taking all their silver, they say
    Hubby yelled, "We're famous, for they'll name us
    In the papers today

    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 Wifey wishes
    To go to a play
    Don't wash the dishes
    Just throw them away

    Streetcar seats are awful narrow
    Ain't we got fun?
    They won't smash up our Pierce Arrow
    We ain't got none
    They've cut my wages
    But my income tax will be so much smaller
    When I'm laid off, I'll be paid off
    Ain't we got fun?
    This song was submitted on September 12th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Raymond B Egan, Gus Kahn, Richard A Whiting.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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