Billy Jones - Ain’t We Got Fun (1921)

Billy Jones sings “Ain’t We Got Fun” on Edison Blue Amberol 4309.

Music by Richard A. Whiting

Lyrics by Gus Kahn & Raymond B. Egan

Bill collectors gather 'round and rather haunt
the cottage next door--men the grocer and
butcher sent, and men who call for the rent.

But, within, our 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, huh?
Not much money, oh, but, honey,
Ain't we got fun, huh?
The rent's unpaid, dear.
We haven't a buck (not a nickel).
But smiles were made, dear,
For people like us, yes.

In the winter, in the summer, don't we have fun?
Huh? 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?

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Every morning, every evening
Ain't we got fun?
Not much money, oh, but honey
Ain't we got fun?

Our rent's unpaid, dear
And we haven't a bus
But smiles were made, dear
Oh, for people like us

There's nothing sure
The rich get rich and the poor get poor
In the meantime, in between time
Ain't we got fun? C'mon

Every little summer, every little winter
Don't we got fun?
Twins and cares, dear, come in pairs, dear
Still we have fun

When I first saw you
I had but one thought
And then you chased me
Oh, until you were caught

Ain't we got fun?
Ain't we got fun, fun, fun?

I'm not too clever
But I might just say those words over
Thank you, kind sir, I don't mind, sir
Ain't we got fun?