Julie London — Makin' Whoopee lyrics

Another bride, another June
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season, another reason
For making 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 some whoopee

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

I sit alone 'most every night
He doesn't phone, he doesn't write
He says he is busy and I say busy
He's making whoopee

He doesn't make much money
Only five thousand per
Some judge who thinks he's funny
Says, “You pay six to her�

He says, "Now judge, suppose I fail?"
The judge says, "Boy right into jail
You better keep her, I think it's cheaper
Than making whoopee�

Than making whoopee
Than making