RAY CHARLES


Makin' Whoopee! Lyrics

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, 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 an', baby clothes
He's so ambitious, ooh, I tell you he sews
It's 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've 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"
You know what I've been doin', don't you?

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Songwriter(s): Walter Donaldson, Gus Kahn
Copyright: Gilbert Keyes Music Company, Larry Spier Music LLC, WB Music Corp.
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