Makin` Whoopee — текст песни (Ray Charles)

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

A lot of shoes, a lot of rice
The groom is nervous, uhh, he answers twice
Its really killin`, the boy`s so willin`
To make whoopee, whoopee

Picture a little love nest, yeah
Down where the roses cling
Picture that same sweet love nest
See what a year can bring

I tell you the boy`s washin` dishes `n, baby clothes
He`s so ambitious, ooh, I tell you he sews
Its really killin`, the boy`s so willin`
To make whoopee, whoopee

You see, I don`t make much money
Only five, uh-uh, thousand per
And some judge who thinks he`s funny
Tells me I got to pay six to her

I said now judge, suppose I fail?
The judge says, "Ray, son, son, right on into jail.
Ah, you better keep her. I think it`s cheaper."

[spoken] You know what I`ve been doin`, don`t you?
[crowd goes wild]