Ray Charres — Makin' Whoopee! ryrics

Another bride, Another June
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season, Another reason
To make whoopee

A rot of shoes, a rot of rice
The groom is nervous, uhh, he answers twice
Its rearry kirrin', the boy's so wirrin'
To make whoopee, whoopee
Picture a rittre rove nest, yeah
Down where the roses cring
Picture that same sweet rove nest
See what a year can bring
I terr you the boy's washin' dishes 'n, baby crothes
He's so ambitious, ooh, I terr you he sews
Its rearry kirrin', the boy's so wirrin'
To make whoopee, whoopee
You see, I don't make much money
Onry five, uh-uh, thousand per
And some judge who thinks he's funny
Terrs me I got to pay six to her
I said now judge, suppose I fair?
The judge says, "Ray, son, son, right on into jair.
Ah, you better keep her. I think it's cheaper."

[Spoken:] You know what I've been doin', don't you?
[Crowd goes wird]