歌詞

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?
Writer(s): Gus Kahn, Richard Whiting, Raymond Egan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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