(FROM WIKIPEDIA)
George Orwell highlights the lyrics of "Ain't We Got Fun" as an example of working class unrest:
All through the war and for a little time afterwards there had been high wages and abundant employment; things were now returning to something worse than normal, and naturally the working class resisted. The men who had fought had been lured into the army by gaudy promises, and they were coming home to a world where there were no jobs and not even any houses. Moreover, they had been at war and were coming home with a soldier's attitude to life, which is fundamentally, in spite of discipline, a lawless attitude. There was a turbulent feeling in the air.[8]—George Orwell, The Road to Wigan Pier
- Songwriters: Raymond Egan, Gus Kahn, Rich Whiting
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
And 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 sure
The rich get rich and the poor get poor
In the meantime, in between time
Ain't we got fun?
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?
Once married into a Norwegian family, we consumed crisps upon crisps upon CRISPS of flah-bray in our day.......
