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 car; But anyway, dear, we'll stay as we are. In the winter, in the summer, don't we have fun? Times are glum and getting glummer, still we have fun. There's nothing surer: the rich get rich and the poor get poorer. In the me antime, in between time, ain't we got fun?