歌手:Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong
专辑:《Skyey Sounds Vol. 8》

Another bride, another groom another sunny honey-
moon
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 killing, that he's so willing
To make whoopee
Picture a little lovenest down where the roses cling
Picture the same sweet lovenest
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 the sigh here
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, but 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 says, "Budge right into jail.
You'd better keep her.
I think it's cheaper then makin' whoopee.
You'd better keep her.
I think it's cheaper than makin' whoopee."