Makin' Whoopee - Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong
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Makin' Whoopee Lyrics
Another bride, another June
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season, another reason
For makin' whoopeeA lot of shoes, a lot of rice
The groom is nervous, he answers twice
Its really killin'
That he's so willin' to make whoopeeNow picture a little love nest
Down where the roses cling
Picture the same sweet love nest
Think what a year can bring, yes
He's washin dishes and baby clothes
He's so ambitious he even sews
But don't forget folks
Thats what you get folks, for makin' whoopeeAnother year, maybe less
What's this I hear? Well, can't you guess?
She feels neglected, and he's suspected
Of makin' whoopeeYeah, she sits alone
Most every night
He doesn't phone, he doesn't write
He says he's busy
But she says, "is he?"
He's makin' whoopeeNow he doesn't make much money
Only five thousand per
Some judge who thinks he's funny
Says, "You'll pay six to her."
He says, "Now judge, suppose I fail?"
Judge say, "Budge, right into jail.
You'd better keep her. I think it's cheaper
Than makin' whoopee."Yes, yeah, you better keep her
Daddy, I think it's cheaper
Then makin' whoopee
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