WE LOVE IT
(Music: Harry Warren / Lyrics: Billy Rose & Mort Dixon)

Annette Hanshaw & Her Sizzling Syncopeters - 1928



My dearest friend can't comprehend
Why I'm just as happy as a lark
Honey and I barely get by
But I wouldn't swap with Henry Ford

Oh, we ain't got dough and oh, oh, oh
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 nothin' but Irish stew
What of it, oh, 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

At nine p.m. we lock the door
We got each other and nothin' more
What of it, oh, we love it

(Instrumental Break)

We've got a dog, his name is Jim
The other dogs all high-hat him
What of it, oh boy, we love it

We hang our wash upon a tree
The neighbours give it the rosary
What of it, but we love it

We bought our chairs
And tables at a fire sale
They've been chipped off so much
I think they're Chippendale

We write our cheques in white and black
And send them out, but they bounce right back
What of it, boy, we love it

That's all!


(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - May 2018)