Makin' Whoopee - The Blues Band

Another bride, Another June

Another sunny honeymoon

Another season, Another reason

To make whoopee

A lot of shoes, a lot of rice

The groom is nervous, uhh, he answers twice

Its really killin', the boy’s so willin'

To make whoopee, whoopee

Picture a little love nest, yeah

Down where the roses cling

Picture that same sweet love nest

See what a year can bring

I tell you the boy’s washin' dishes 'n, baby clothes

He’s so ambitious, ooh, I tell you he sews

Its really killin', the boy’s so willin'

To make whoopee, whoopee

You see, I don’t make much money

Only five, uh-uh, thousand per

And some judge who thinks he’s funny

Tells me I got to pay six to her

I said now judge, suppose I fail?

The judge says, «Ray, son, son, right on into jail.

Ah, you better keep her.

I think it’s cheaper.»

You know what I’ve been doin', don’t you?