But Think of the Fun We Had

Who doesn't love the good old days?
Who doesn't think they're great?
Ah, there's nothing like the good old days,
'way back in 'twenty eight!
Oh, how we used to blow our dough!
My, how we made things hum!
What a pity that we've had to go
back where we started from!

Well we had a darn good time;
spent a dollar like a dime;
we may have the poor house hill to climb,
but think of the fun we had!
Mama's through with fancy frocks;
Papa's through his only socks;
Baby has to play with common stocks,
but think of the fun we had!
Oh the poor were rich;
we wondered which was which,
judging from the spending done;
oh, we're still not sure
'cause the rich are now poor,
but oh, ain't we had fun!
Once we only lived for thrills;
now we live in dread of bills;
we'll be leaving nothing in our wills,
but think of the fun we had!

Where is the penthouse in the sky?
Where is the private yacht?
Sing a song of happy days gone by;
they're gone, but not forgot!
Where are the joys that money brought?
Where's that forgotten man?
He's returning all the things he bought
on the installment plan.

We got all that money gives;
lived the way a banker lives;
now we have to live with relatives,
but think of the fun we had!
Ev'ry one was in the know;
played the market, high or low;
now we play the neighbour's radio,
but think of the fun we had!
In the days when we
got dimes from old John D.
ah, but wasn't life sublime!
Now the same John D.
when he meets you or me,
says: "Brother can you spare a dime?"
Wifey once had furs to spend
to keep out the wintry air;
now we buy her nice long underwear,
but think of the fun we had!

By Ned Wever
Artist Paul cadmus