文本歌词

Makin' Whoopee - Eddie Cantor
Everytime I hear that dear old wedding march
I feel rather glad I have a broken arch
I have heard a lot of marry people talk
And I know that marriage is a long long walk
To most people
Weddings mean romance
But I prefer
A picnic or a dance
Another bride another groom
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season another reason
For making whoopee
The quiet sings here comes the bride
Another victim is by her side
He's lost his reason 'cause it's the season
For making whoopee
Down through the countless ages
You'll find it everywhere
Somebody makes good wages
Somebody wants her share
She calls him toodles and rolls her eyes
She makes him strudles and bakes him pies
What is it all for
It's so he'll fall for making 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 every night
He doesn't phone or even write
He says he's busy but she says is he
He's making whoopee
He doesn't make much money
Five thousand dollars 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 better keep her you'll find it's cheaper
Than making whoopee