Ain't We Got Fun?
AIN'T WE GOT FUN? . . . Published in 1921 . . . Lyrics by Gus Kahn and Raymond B. Egan . . . Music by Richard Whiting . . . Verse One . . .  Bill col-lec-tors gath-er 'round and rath-er haunt the cot-tage next door . . . men the gro-cer and butcher sent, men who call for the rent.  But with-in, a hap-py chap-py and his bride of on-ly a year, seem to be so cheer-ful, here's an ear-full of the chat-ter you hear.  . . .  Chorus One  . . .  Ev-'ry morn-ing, ev-'ry eve-ning ain't we got fun?  Not much mon-ey, oh but hon-ey, ain't we got fun?  The rent's un-paid dear, we haven't a bus, but smiles were made dear, for peo-ple like us.  In the win-ter, in the sum-mer, don't we have fun?  Times are bum and get-ting bum-mer, still we have fun.  There's nothing sur-er.  The rich get rich and the poor get child-ren.  In the mean-time, in be-tween time, ain't we got fun?   . . .  Verse 2  . . .  Just to make their troub-le near-ly doub-le, some-thing hap-pned last night.  To their chim-ney a gray bird came . . . Mr. Stork was his name.  And I'll bet two pins a pair of twins just hap-pen'd in with the bird.  Still they're ver-y gay and mer-ry, just at dawn-ing I heard  . . .  Chorus 2  . . .  Ev-'ry morn-ing, ev-'ry eve-ning, don't we got fun?  Twins and cares dear, come in pairs dear, don't we have fun?  We've on-ly start-ed, as mom-mer and pop.  Are we down-heart-ed, I'll say that we're not.  Land-lord's mad and get-ting mad-der, ain't we got fun?  Times are bad and get-ting bad-der, still we have fun.  There's nothing sur-er, the rich get rich and the poor get laid off.  In the mean-time, in be-tween time, ain't we got fun?  . . . Verse 3  . . .  When the man who sold 'em car-pets told 'em, he would take them a-way.  They said, "Won-der-ful, here's our chance, take them up and we'll dance."  And when bur-glers came and robb'd them tak-ing all their sil-ver they say: hub-by yell'd "We're fa-mous for they'll name us in the pa-pers to-day".  . . .  Chorus 3  . . .  Night or day-time, it's all play-time, ain't we got fun?  Hot or cold days, an-y old days, ain't we got fun?  If wif-ie wish-es to go to a play, don't wash the dish-es, just throw them a-way.  Street car seats are aw-ful nar-row, ain't we got fun?  They won't smash up our Pierce Arrow, we ain't got none.  They've cut my wag-es, (but my) income tax will be so much smal-ler.  When I'm paid off, I'll be laid off, ain't we got fun?

AIN'T WE GOT FUN?


Published in 1921
Lyrics by Gus Kahn and Raymond B. Egan
Music by Richard Whiting



Verse One
Bill col-lec-tors gath-er 'round and rath-er haunt the cot-tage next door
men the gro-cer and butcher sent, men who call for the rent.
But with-in, a hap-py chap-py and his bride of on-ly a year,
seem to be so cheer-ful, here's an ear-full of the chat-ter you hear.

Chorus One
Ev-'ry morn-ing, ev-'ry eve-ning ain't we got fun?
Not much mon-ey, oh but hon-ey, ain't we got fun?
The rent's un-paid dear, we haven't a bus,
but smiles were made dear, for peo-ple like us.
In the win-ter, in the sum-mer, don't we have fun?
Times are bum and get-ting bum-mer, still we have fun.
There's nothing sur-er.
The rich get rich and the poor get child-ren.
In the mean-time, in be-tween time, ain't we got fun?



Verse 2
Just to make their troub-le near-ly doub-le, some-thing hap-pned last night.
To their chim-ney a gray bird came . . .
Mr. Stork was his name.
And I'll bet two pins a pair of twins just hap-pen'd in with the bird.
Still they're ver-y gay and mer-ry, just at dawn-ing I heard  . . .

Chorus 2
Ev-'ry morn-ing, ev-'ry eve-ning, don't we got fun?
Twins and cares dear, come in pairs dear, don't we have fun?
We've on-ly start-ed, as mom-mer and pop.
Are we down-heart-ed, I'll say that we're not.
Land-lord's mad and get-ting mad-der, ain't we got fun?
Times are bad and get-ting bad-der, still we have fun.
There's nothing sur-er, the rich get rich and the poor get laid off.
In the mean-time, in be-tween time, ain't we got fun?



Verse 3
When the man who sold 'em car-pets told 'em, he would take them a-way.
They said, "Won-der-ful, here's our chance, take them up and we'll dance."
And when bur-glers came and robb'd them tak-ing all their sil-ver they say:
hub-by yell'd "We're fa-mous for they'll name us in the pa-pers to-day".

Chorus 3
Night or day-time, it's all play-time, ain't we got fun?
Hot or cold days, an-y old days, ain't we got fun?
If wif-ie wish-es to go to a play, don't wash the dish-es, just throw them a-way.
Street car seats are aw-ful nar-row, ain't we got fun?
They won't smash up our Pierce Arrow, we ain't got none.
They've cut my wag-es, (but my) income tax will be so much smal-ler.
When I'm paid off, I'll be laid off, ain't we got fun?