Ain't We Got Fun?
Every morning, every evening
Ain't we got fun?
Not much money, oh, but honey
Ain't we got fun?
If wifey wishes to go to a play
Don't wash the dishes, just throw 'em away
In the winter, in the summer
Don't we have fun?
Things are glummin', getting glummer
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?
Dropped upon the law, oh, phoney
Now we got to eat baloney
Temper, ain't we got fun?
Now hear this
I bought another Paris hat
Would you have to pay for that?
Uh-ah, ain't we got fun?
I'm hysterical
We've only started as momma and pop'
Are we downhearted?
I'd say we're not
Momma's coming here to stay
Hey, where you going?
That-a way
We'll have some fun
I bought a Cadillac on credit
Now the sheriff's gonna get it
But he'll have such fun
There's nothing surer
The rich get rich
And the poor play bingo
The rich get brushed
And the poor get brushed off
The rich like painting
And the poor get tear gassed
Though we don't have fancy nights out
In the parlour with the lights out
Ain't we got fun?
Ain't we got fun?
Not much money, oh, but honey
Ain't we got fun?
If wifey wishes to go to a play
Don't wash the dishes, just throw 'em away
In the winter, in the summer
Don't we have fun?
Things are glummin', getting glummer
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?
Dropped upon the law, oh, phoney
Now we got to eat baloney
Temper, ain't we got fun?
Now hear this
I bought another Paris hat
Would you have to pay for that?
Uh-ah, ain't we got fun?
I'm hysterical
We've only started as momma and pop'
Are we downhearted?
I'd say we're not
Momma's coming here to stay
Hey, where you going?
That-a way
We'll have some fun
I bought a Cadillac on credit
Now the sheriff's gonna get it
But he'll have such fun
There's nothing surer
The rich get rich
And the poor play bingo
The rich get brushed
And the poor get brushed off
The rich like painting
And the poor get tear gassed
Though we don't have fancy nights out
In the parlour with the lights out
Ain't we got fun?
Credits
Writer(s): Gus Kahn, Richard Whiting, Raymond Egan
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