Billy Jones — Aint We Got Fun?

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?