Makin’ Woopie Songtext
von Ray Charles

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]