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 have fun? Times are bum and getting bummer Still we have fun. There's nothing surer, The rich get richer 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 gray bird came Mister Stork is his name And I'll bet two pins A pair of twins Just happen'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 downhearted? I'll say that we're not! Landlord's mad and getting madder. Ain't we got fun? Times are so bad and getting badder, Still we have fun. There's nothing surer, The rich get richer and the poor get laid off! In the meantime, In between time, Ain't we got fun!