Ella Fitzgerald — Makin Whoopee

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 Its really killin' that he's so willin' To make whoopee Now 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 Thats what you get, folks, for makin' whoopee Another year or maybe less What's this I hear? Well, you can't confess 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, buut she says, "is he?" He's makin' 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 say, "Budge right into jail You'd better keep her, I think it's cheaper Than makin' whoopee You'd better keep her, I think it's cheaper Than makin' whoopee"