Lyrics Makin' Whoopee - Mel Tormé

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' 'cause he's so willin'
For making 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
So don't forget, folks, that's what you get, folks
For makin' whoopee.

Down through the colorless (?) ages
You'll find it everywhere:
Some fellow makes good wages,
Some female gets her share.

She calls him Toodles (?) and rose her eyes
She bakes him strudels and makes him pies
And what's it all for?
It's so ill-thought for
For makin' whoopee.