Makin' Whoopee Songtext
von Willie Nelson & Wynton Marsalis

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, uh, he answers twice
It′s really killin', the boy′s so willin'
To make whoopee

Picture a little love nest
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, and baby clothes
He′s so ambitious, he even sews
Don't forget folks, that′s what you get folks
For making whoopee


Another year or maybe less
What's this I hear? Can′t you guess?
She feels neglected and he's suspected
Of makin′ whoopee

She sits alone, most every night
He doesn't call her, he doesn't write
He says he′s busy but she says, "Is he?"
He′s makin' whoopee

Now, he doesn′t make much money
Only five thousand per
Some judge, who thinks he's funny
Says he′ll pay six to her

He says, "Now judge, suppose I fail?"
The judge says, "Son, right into jail"
You better keep her, I think it's cheaper"
Than makin′ whoopee

Oh, it's a whole lot cheaper, than makin' whoopee