Lyrics

Oh, we ain't got dough, and oh-ho-ho There ain't no paint on the bungalow What of it? We love it! We wear old clothes, we wear old shoes We don't eat nothing but Irish stews What of it? We love it! We don't need Persian rugs to put our tootsies on As long as there's a stove to warm our footsies on (Footsies on) At 9 p.m. we lock the door We got each other and nothing more What of it? We love it! Poor as a mouse, but in our house You'll find lots and lots of happiness Sunshine or rain, we don't complain If we ain't got more, we do got less We bought a car and now it squeaks; A dollar down every seven weeks What of it? We love it! We hang our wash upon a tree; The neighbors give it the raspberry What of it? We love it! Our neighbors are the biggest-hearted souls And they don't holler when they miss the milk and rolls (Milk and rolls) We write our checks, white and black We send them out, but they bounce right back What of it? We love it! Oh, play band, play! What of it? We love it! What of it? What of it? We love it! We don't need Persian rugs to put our tootsies on As long as there's a stove to warm our footsies on (Footsies on) At 9 p.m. we lock the door; We've got each other and nothing more What of it? We love it! Ooh, I love them wonderful times we're having today And so do I, my dear. I can see it now! ???