Makin' Whoopee Songtext
von Lucy Ann Polk

Another bride, another June
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season, another reason
For makin′ woobie
A lot of shoes, a lot of rice
The groom's so nervous he answers twice
It′s really killin' that he's so willin′
To make woobie

Picture a little love nest
Out where the roses cling
Picture the same sweet love nest
Think what a year could bring
He′s washin' dishes and baby clothes
He′s so ambitious he even sews
But don't forget, folks, that′s what you get, folks
For makin' woobie


Another year, oh, maybe less
What′s this I hear? Well, can't you guess?
She feels neglected and he's suspected
Of makin′ woobie
She sits alone most every night
He doesn′t phone, he doesn't write
He says he′s busy, but she says, "Is he
Makin' woobie?"

He doesn′t make much money
Only five thousand per
With some judge who thinks he's funny
Says, "You 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' woobie"

Makin′ woobie