Letra da Música Makin' Whoopee de Dr. John

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