Текст песни 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