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 richer 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 happen’d 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!
Landlord’s 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 richer and the poor get laid off!
In the meantime,
In between time,
Ain’t we got fun!