Makin' Whoopee! Lyrics

Another bride, another groom,
Another sunny honeymoon,
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
For makin' whoopee!

Picture a little love nest
down where the roses swing.
Picture that same sweet love nest,
Then what the years can bring.

He's washing dishes and baby clothes,
he's so ambitious, he even sews,
So don't forget, folks, that's what you get, folks,
For makin' Whoopee!
Another year, or maybe less,
What's this I hear, well can't you guess,
She feels neglected and he's suspected
Of makin' whoopee!

She sits alone most every night,
He doesn't phone, he doesn't write,
He says he's busy, but she say, '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 pay six to her'.

Now he says, 'Judge, suppose I fail?',
Judge says, 'Budge right into jail!',
You'd better keep her, yeah, I think it's cheaper
Than makin' whoopee!
Than makin' whoopee!
Than makin' mm mm,
Makin' oo, oo oo,
Makin' mm.