Making Whoopee Songtext
von Marlene Dietrich
Making Whoopee Songtext
Every time I hear the march from Lohengrin
I am always on the outside lookin′ in
Maybe that is why I see the funny side
When I see a fallen brother take a bride
Weddings make a lot of people sad
But if you're not the groom, it′s not so bad
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 make whoopee
Now picture a little love nest
Down where the roses cling
Now 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′ .
It is a year
Or even less
What's that I hear?
Well, can't you guess?
She feels neglected
And he′s suspected
Of makin′ .
She sits alone
'Most every night
He doesn′t phone
He doesn't even write
He says he′s busy
But she says: "Is he?
He's makin′ ...!"
He doesn't make much money
Only five-thousand per
Some judge thinks, he's funny
Says: "You pay six to her!"
Now he says: "Judge
Suppose I fail?"
And he says: "Budge
You go to jail!
You better keep her, ha ha
Because it′s cheaper
Than making ...!"
So don′t forget, folks
That's what you get, folks
For makin′ whoopee
For makin' whoopee
For makin′
Whoopee!
I am always on the outside lookin′ in
Maybe that is why I see the funny side
When I see a fallen brother take a bride
Weddings make a lot of people sad
But if you're not the groom, it′s not so bad
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 make whoopee
Now picture a little love nest
Down where the roses cling
Now 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′ .
It is a year
Or even less
What's that I hear?
Well, can't you guess?
She feels neglected
And he′s suspected
Of makin′ .
She sits alone
'Most every night
He doesn′t phone
He doesn't even write
He says he′s busy
But she says: "Is he?
He's makin′ ...!"
He doesn't make much money
Only five-thousand per
Some judge thinks, he's funny
Says: "You pay six to her!"
Now he says: "Judge
Suppose I fail?"
And he says: "Budge
You go to jail!
You better keep her, ha ha
Because it′s cheaper
Than making ...!"
So don′t forget, folks
That's what you get, folks
For makin′ whoopee
For makin' whoopee
For makin′
Whoopee!
Writer(s): Walter Donaldson, Gus Kahn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com