Makin' Whoopee - Live

Another bride, another June Another sunny, honeymoon Another season, another reason To make whoopee A lot of shoes, a lot of rice The groom is nervous, uh, he answers twice It's really killin', the boy's so willin' To make whoopee Picture a little love nest Down, where the roses cling Picture that same, sweet, love nest See what a year, can bring I tell you, the boy's washin' dishes, and baby clothes He's so ambitious, he even sews Don't forget folks, that's what you get folks For making whoopee Another year or maybe less What's this I hear? Can't you guess? She feels neglected and he's suspected Of makin' whoopee She sits alone, most every night He doesn't call her, 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 he'll pay six to her He says, "Now judge, suppose I fail?" The judge says, "Son, right into jail" You better keep her, I think it's cheaper" Than makin' whoopee Oh, it's a whole lot cheaper, than makin' whoopee