Ain't We Got Fun - Billy Jones, Begleitorchester, Billy Jones, Begleitorchester

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 got 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?

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 grey bird came

Mr Stork is his name

And I’ll bet two pins a pair of twins

Just happn’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 down-hearted?

I’ll say that we’re not, no!

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?

Streetcar seats are awful narrow

But we got fun

They won’t smash up our Pierce-Arrow

We ain’t got none

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?