Nana Mouskouri - Makin' Whopee lyrics

Another bride Another groom Another sunny Honeymoon Another reason Another season For makin' whoopee. A lot of shoes A lot of rice, The groom is nervous He answers twice. It's really k**ing That he's so willing To make a whoopee. Picture a little lovenest Down where the roses cling Picture the same sweet lovenest Think what a year may bring. 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? She feels neglected, And he's suspected Of making whoopee. She sits alone 'most ev'ry night He doesn't phone her, He doesn't write He says he's busy But she says, "Is he? He's making whoopee?" He doesn't make much money Only five thousand per. Some judge who thinks he's funny Says, "You pay six to her." He says, "Now judge, Suppose I fail?" The judge says, "Butch, Right into jail. You'd better keep her I think it's cheaper Than making whoopees." Than making whoopees Than making whoopees