Every morning every evening
Ain't we got fun
Every summer I'm sorry
ain't we got fun
When I first saw you I had but one thought
And then you chased me until you were caught
From the day I whispered
May I please hold your hand
You progressed and I'm impressed
And I think your grand
Were really living we got a fat turkey for a fine thanksgiving
Shut the door please
Don't get sore please ain't we got fun
( I've got a feeling to tango with you)
Have ya over
Please come over if you have time
You know you're my one and only that doesn't rhyme
Well I'm not to clever
But I'd like to say those words forever
Thank you kind sir I don't mind sir
And we got fun

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Writer(s): GUS KAHN, RAYMOND B EGAN, RICHARD A WHITING