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LYRICS:
Verse:
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
Chorus:
Ev'ry morning, ev'ry 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 rich and the poor get children
In the meantime, in between time ain't we got fun?
Ev'ry morning, ev'ry 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 bad and getting badder still we have fun
There's nothing surer, the rich get rich and the poor get laid off
In the meantime, in between time ain't we got fun?
Verse:
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 happened in with the bird
Still they're very gay and merry just at dawning I heard
(Chorus)
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