Lyrics of
Makin Whoopee

An-oth-er bride__ an-oth-er june__ An-oth-er sun-ny hon-ey-moon__
An-oth-er sea-son, an-oth-er rea-son_ for Mak-in' Whoop-ee.
A lot of shoes__ a lot of rice__ The groom is ner-vous he ans-wers twice__
It's really kill-in'_ that he's so will-in' to make whoopee!
Pic-ture a lit-tle love-nest, Down where the ros-es cling,
Pic-ture the same sweet love-nest, Think what a year can bring. (He's )
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 this I hear? Well, can't you guess?
He feels neglected And he's suspected Of Makin' Whoopee!
He 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 a five-thousand per
Some judge, who thinks he's funny Told him he got to 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
Than Makin' Whoopee!!"