Nana Mouskouri - Makin' Whopee - Текст песни

Another bride
Another groom
Another sunny Honeymoon
Another reason
Another season
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 a whoopee.

Picture a little lovenest
Down where the roses cling
Picture the same sweet lovenest
Think what a year may 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 this I hear?
Well, can't you guess?
She feels neglected,
And he's suspected
Of making whoopee.

She sits alone 'most ev'ry night
He doesn't phone her, 
He doesn't write
He says he's busy
But she says, "Is he?
He's making whoopee?"

He doesn't make much money
Only five thousand per.
Some judge who thinks he's funny
Says, "You pay six to her."
He says, "Now judge, 
Suppose I fail?"
The judge says, "Butch,
Right into jail.
You'd better keep her
I think it's cheaper
Than making whoopees."

Than making whoopees
Than making whoopees