Makin' Whoopee Songtext
von The McGuire Sisters
Makin' Whoopee Songtext
Every time I hear that march
From Marvin Grinn
I was always on the outside, looking in
Maybe, that is why I see the funny side
When I see another girl become
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, twice
It's really killin′ that he's so willin'
To make whoopee, 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 washing 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 or maybe less
What′s this I hear?
Well, can't you guess?
He sits alone, most every night
He doesn′t phone, he doesn't write
He says he's busy, busy, busy
But she says, "is he?"
He′s makin′ whoopee, whoopee
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, "Bud, right into jail
So, don′t forget folks
That's what you get folks
For makin′ whoopee
Whoopee, whoopee
From Marvin Grinn
I was always on the outside, looking in
Maybe, that is why I see the funny side
When I see another girl become
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, twice
It's really killin′ that he's so willin'
To make whoopee, 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 washing 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 or maybe less
What′s this I hear?
Well, can't you guess?
He sits alone, most every night
He doesn′t phone, he doesn't write
He says he's busy, busy, busy
But she says, "is he?"
He′s makin′ whoopee, whoopee
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, "Bud, right into jail
So, don′t forget folks
That's what you get folks
For makin′ whoopee
Whoopee, whoopee
Writer(s): Walter Donaldson, Gus Kahn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com