Makin' Whoopee Songtext

von Michelle Pfeiffer

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!

Picture a little love-nest,
Down where the roses cling,
Picture the same sweet lovenest,
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?
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
He says he's "busy"
But she says "is he?"
He's Makin' Whoopee!

He doesn't make much money
Only a five-thousand per
Some judge, who thinks he's funny
Told him he got to 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!"

From "The Fabulous Baker Boys" soundtrack