Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong - Makin' Whoopee lyrics

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 k**in' That he's so willin' to make whoopee Now 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 That's what you get folks, for makin' whoopee Another year, maybe less What's this I hear? Well, can't you guess? She feels neglected and he's suspected Of makin' whoopee Yeah, 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' whoopee Now 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 Than makin' whoopee