Nancy Wilson - 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 killin' the boy's so willin'
To make some whoopee

Picture a little love nest
Down where the roses cling
Picture that same sweet love nest
Think what a year can bring

Ah, you know, he's washin dishes
Baby clothes he's so ambitious he even sews
But don't forgеt folks
That's what you get folks
For makin' whoopee

He doesn't makе 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?"
The judge says, "Budge, right into jail
You'd better keep her
You know I think it's cheaper
Than making whoopee"

But don't forget folks
That's what you get folks
For makin' whoopee, whoopee, whoopee
Don't forget folks
That's what you get folks
For makin' whoopee