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Makin' Whoopee - Oscar Peterson/Louis Armstrong (路易斯·阿姆斯特朗)
Another bride another June
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season another reason
For makin' whoopee
A lot of shoes a lot of rice
The groom is nervous he answers twice
It's really killin'
That he's so willin' to make whoopee
Picture a little love nest
Down where the roses cling
Picture the same sweet love nest
Think what a year can bring
He's washin' 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 you can't confess
She feels neglected and he's suspected
Of makin' whoopee
Yet she sits alone 'most every night
He doesn't phone he doesn't write
He says he's busy but she says "Is he "
He's makin' whoopee
Now he doesn't make much money
Only five thousand per
Some judge who thinks he's funny
Says "You'll pay six to her"
He says "Now Judge suppose I fail "
Judge says "Budge right into jail"
You'd better keep her I think it's cheaper
Than makin' whoopee
Yes yet You'd better keep her
That I think it's cheaper
Than makin' whoopee
