Текст песни Makin' Whoopee - Louis Armstrong , Oscar Peterson

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 makin' whoopee

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

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, maybe less
What's this I hear?
Well, can't you guess?
She feels neglected, and he's suspected
Of makin' whoopee

Yeah, she sits alone 'most every night
He doesn't phone, he doesn't write
He says he's busy, but she says, "Is he?"
He's makin' whoopee

Now, 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"

Yes
Yeah, you'd better keep her
Daddy, I think it's cheaper
Than makin' whoopee