Lyrics: Raymond B. Egan/Gus Kahn/Richard A. Whiting
Music: Raymond B. Egan/Gus Kahn/Richard A. Whiting
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 them away
In the winter, in the summer
Don't we have fun
Things are glummin', getting glummer
Still we havefun
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 up on a lawn of pony
Now we got to eat baloney
Temper, ain't we got fun
Now hear this
I bought another Paris hat
What you have to pay for that
Ah ah, ain't we got fun
I'm hysterical
We've only started as mama and pap
Are we downhearted
I'd say we're not
Momma's coming here to stay
Hey where you going
Thatta 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 brush
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