Makin' Whoopee

Makin' Whoopee - Louis Armstrong (路易斯·阿姆斯特郎)

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 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

She fells 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 say's "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 says budge right into jail

You better keep her I think it's cheaper

Then makin' whoopee

You better keep her

I know it's cheaper than makin' whoopee