Songtext von Makin' Whoopee

Another bride, another June, 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, To make whoopee Picture a little love nest, Down where the roses cling Picture that same sweet love nest, Think what a year 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 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, And some judge who thinks he's funny says you pay six to her, And he says, "Judge, suppose I fail?" The judge says, "Budge right into jail", You better keep her. I think it's cheaper Than makin' whoopee. Than makin' whoopee