Makin’ Whoopee! Songtext
von Harry Nilsson

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 killing
That he′s so willing
To make whoopee

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


He's washing 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

Another year
Or maybe less
What′s this I hear?
Well, can't you guess?
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
She says "He's busy"
Then she says "Is he?"
He′s makin′ whoopee


He doesn't make much money
Only five thousand per
And some judge who thinks he′s funny
Says "You pay six to her"
And he says "Judge
Suppose I fail?"
The judge says "Budge
Right into jail"
You better keep her
I think it's cheaper
Than makin′ whoopee
Than makin' whoopee
Than makin′ whoopee