Lyrics Makin' Whoopee - Louis Armstrong
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'
That
he's
so
willin'
to
make
whoopee
Picture
a
little
love
nest
Down
where
the
roses
cling
Picture
the
same
sweet
love
nest
Think
what
a
year
can
bring
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
or
maybe
less
What's
this
I
hear?
Well,
you
can't
confess
She
feels
neglected,
and
he's
suspected
Of
makin'
whoopee
She
sits
alone
'most
every
night
He
doesn't
phone
her;
he
doesn't
write
He
says
he's
busy,
but
she
says,
"Is
he?"
He's
makin'
whoopee
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?"
The
judge
says,
"Budge
right
into
jail"
You'd
better
keep
her;
I
think
it's
cheaper
Than
makin'
whoopee
You'd
better
keep
her
I
know
it's
cheaper
Than
makin'
whoopee
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