Makin' Whoopee

Another bride, another groom another sunny honey-

moon

Another season, another reason for makin' whoopee

A lot of shoes, a lot of rice the groom is nervous

He answers twice

It's really killing, that he's so willing

To make whoopee

Picture a little lovenest down where the roses cling

Picture the same sweet lovenest

Think what a year can bring

He's washing dishes and baby clothes

He's so ambitious, he even sews

But don't forget folks that's what you get folks

For makin' whoopee

Another year, or maybe less

What's the sigh here

Well, you can't confess

She feels neglected, and he's suspected

Of makin' whoopee

She sits alone most every night

He doesn't phone her, he doesn't write

He says he's busy, but she says, "Is he?"

He's makin' whoopee

He doesn't make much money only five thousand per

Some judge who thinks he's funny

Says, "You'll pay six to her."

He says, "Now judge, Suppose I fail?"

The judge says, "Budge right into jail.

You'd better keep her.

I think it's cheaper then makin' whoopee.

You'd better keep her.

I think it's cheaper than makin' whoopee."