Pinwheel of Death

Gus Kahn


SONGS

TERRITORIAL RESTRICTIONS
MAY APPLY TO THIS TITLE.

Writers Raymond B. Egan, Gus Kahn, Richard A. Whiting

Genres Standard, Seasons

Recorded 1951

Lyrics 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:

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?

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:

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 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!

WHEN THE MAN
WHO SOLD 'EM
CARPETS TOLD 'EM
HE WOULD
TAKE THEM AWAY,
THEY SAID,
WONDERFUL,
HERE'S OUR CHANCE,
TAKE THEM UP
AND WE'LL DANCE.
AND WHEN BURGLARS
CAME
AND ROBBED THEM,
TAKING ALL THEIR
SILVER
THEY SAY,
HUBBY YELLED,
WE'RE FAMOUS
FOR THEY'LL
NAME US
IN THE PAPERS
TODAY.

NIGHT OR DAYTIME,
IT'S ALL PLAYTIME,
AIN'T WE GOT FUN?
HOT OR COLD DAYS,
ANY OLD DAYS,
AIN'T WE GOT FUN?
IF WIFIE WISHES
TO GO TO A PLAY,
DON'T WASH
HE DISHES,
JUST THROW THEM
AWAY.
STREETCAR SEATS
ARE AWFUL NARROW,
AIN'T WE GOT FUN?
THEY WON'T
SMASH UP
OUR PIERCE ARROW,
WE AIN'T GOT NONE.
THEY'VE CUT
MY WAGES,
BUT MY INCOME TAX
WILL BE SO MUCH
SMALLER,
WHEN I'M PAID OFF.
I'LL BE LAID OFF,
AIN'T WE GOT FUN?
TERRITORIAL RESTRICTIONS
MAY APPLY TO THIS TITLE.

Writers Tony Jackson, Gus Kahn, Egbert Van Alstyne

Genres Standard

Recorded 1996

Lyrics YOU ASK ME WHY
I'M ALWAYS TEASING YOU,
YOU HATE TO HAVE ME CALL YOU
PRETTY BABY
I REALLY THOUGHT
THAT I WAS PLEASING YOU,
FOR YOU'RE JUST A BABY TO ME.
YOUR CUNNING LITTLE DIMPLES
AND YOUR BABY STARE,
YOUR BABY TALK
AND BABY WALK AND CURLY HAIR
YOUR BABY SMILE
MAKES LIFE WORTH WHILE,
YOU'RE JUST AS SWEET
AS YOU CAN BE.
YOUR MOTHER SAYS
YOU WERE THE CUTEST KID
NO WONDER, DEARIE,
THAT I'M WILD ABOUT YOU,
AND ALL THE CUNNING THINGS
YOU SAID AND DID.
WHY, I LOVE TO FONDLY RECALL,
AND JUST LIKE PETER PAN,
IT SEEMS YOU'LL ALWAYS BE
THE SAME SWEET,
CUNNING, LITTLE BABY
DEAR TO ME.
AND THAT IS WHY I'M SURE
THAT I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU
BEST OF ALL.

EVERYBODY LOVES A BABY,
THAT'S WHY I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU,
PRETTY BABY,
PRETTY BABY
AND I'D LIKE TO BE YOUR SISTER, BROTHER,
DAD AND MOTHER TOO,
PRETTY BABY,
PRETTY BABY..
WON'T YOU COME AND LET ME
ROCK YOU IN MY CRADLE OF LOVE,
AND WE'LL CUDDLE ALL THE TIME..
OH! I WANT A LOVIN' BABY
AND IT MIGHT AS WELL BE YOU,
PRETTY BABY OF MINE.