Rachael MacFarlane - 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 twiceIt's really killin' that he's so willin'To make whoopeeNow, picture a little love nestDown where the roses clingPicture the same sweet love nestThink what a year can bringHe's washin' dishes and baby clothesHe's so ambitious, he even sewsBut don't forget folks, that's what you get folksFor makin' whoopee[Saxophone solo]Another year, or maybe lessWhat's this I hear? Well can't you guess?She feels neglected, and he's suspectedOf makin' whoopeeShe sits alone most every nightHe doesn't phone her, he doesn't writeHe says he's busy, but she says "Is he?"He's makin' whoopeeWell he doesn't make much moneyOnly five thousand perAnd some judge that thinks he's funnySays, "You'll pay six to her."So he says, "Judge, suppose I fail?"The judge says, "March right into jail."You better keep her, I think it's cheaperThan makin' whoopeeYou better keep her, I think it's cheaperThan makin' whoooooopeeee
