Words by Gus Kahn and Raymond B. Egan
Music by Richard A. Whiting
Jerome H. Remick and Co.
New York and Detroit
Bill collectors gather 'Round and rather Haunt the cottage next door Men the grocer and butcher sent Men who call for the rent But with in a happy chappy And his bride of only a year Seem to be so cheerful Here's an earfull Of the chatter you hear Second Verse
Just to make their trouble nearly double Something happen'd 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 Chorus
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 the between time Ain't we got fun. Chorus 2
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 go fun. CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG