Ray Charles — Makin' Whoopee lyrics

Another bride, Another June
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season, Another reason
To make whoopee
A lot of shoes, a lot of rice
The groom is nervous, uhh, he answers twice
Its really killin', the boy's so willin'
To make whoopee, whoopee
Picture a little love nest, yeah
Down where the roses cling
Picture that same sweet love nest
See what a year can bring
I tell you the boy's washin' dishes 'n, baby clothes
He's so ambitious, ooh, I tell you he sews
Its really killin', the boy's so willin'
To make whoopee, whoopee
You see, I don't make much money
Only five, uh-uh, thousand per
And some judge who thinks he's funny
Tells me I got to pay six to her
I said now judge, suppose I fail?
The judge says, "Ray, son, son, right on into jail.
Ah, you better keep her. I think it's cheaper. "
[spoken] You know what I've been doin', don't you?
[crowd goes wild]
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Songwriters: KAHN, GUS / DONALDSON, WALTER
Makin' Whoopee lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., MEMORY LANE MUSIC GROUP, SUSSMAN & ASSOCIATES