Ella Fitzgerald - Makin' Whoopee! Lyrics
Another bride, another juneAnother sunny honeymoonAnother season, another reasonFor makin whoopeeA lot of shoes, a lot of riceThe groom is nervous, he answers twiceIts really killinThat hes so willin to make whoopeeNow picture a little love nestDown where the roses clingPicture the same sweet love nestThink what a year can bring, yesHes washin dishes and baby clothesHes so ambitious he even sewsBut dont forget folks,Thats what you get folks, for makin whoopeeAnother year, maybe lessWhats this I hear? well, cant you guess?She feels neglected, and hes suspectedOf makin whoopeeYeah, she sits alone,Most every nightHe doesnt phone, he doesnt writeHe says hes busy,But she says, is he?Hes makin whoopeeNow he doesnt make much moneyOnly five thousand perSome judge who thinks hes funnySays, youll pay six to her.He says, now judge, suppose I fail?Judge say, budge. right into jail.Youd better keep her. I think its cheaperThan makin whoopee.Yes, yeah, you better keep herDaddy, I think its cheaperThen makin whoopee