Spring comes early to the desert and I have to get dressed for a Wedding Mass. In honor of the happy couple, here are the complete lyrics to Makin’ Whoppee:
Another bride, another June
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season, another reason
For makin’ whoopeeA lot of shoes, a lot of rice
The groom is nervous, he answers twice
It’s so killin’ that he’s so willin’
To make whoopeePicture a little love nest
Down where the roses cling
Picture the same sweet love nest
See what a year can bringHe’s washing dishes and baby clothes
He’s so ambitious, he even sews
But don’t forget, folks, thats what you get, folks
For makin’ whoopeeAnother year, or maybe less
What’s this I hear? Well can’t you guess?
She feels neglected and he’s suspected
Of makin’ whoopeeShe sits alone most every night
He doesn’t phone, he doesn’t write
He says he’s busy, but she says “Is he
Out makin’ whoopee?”He doesn’t make much money
Only five thousand per
And some judge who thinks he’s funny
Says he’s paying six to herHe says, “Now, judge, suppose I fail?”
The judge says, “Son, right into jail
You might just keep her, I’d say it’s cheaper
Than makin’ whoopee”
