rod stewart
makin' whoopee
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 Its 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 And 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 guess She feels neglected, and he's suspected Of making whoopee 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 making whoopee He doesn't make much money; only 5000 per Some judge who thinks he's funny Says you'll pay 6 to her He says, "Now judge, suppose I fail?" The judge says: "Budge, right into jail" You'd better keep her, I think it's cheaper Than making whoopee