Van Morrison - Makin' Whoopee Lyrics

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', it's really killin'
That he's so willin' to make whoopee

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

He's washin' dishes and baby clothes
He's so ambitious he even sews
Don't forget folks
That's what you get folks, for makin' whoopee, whoopee

Now he doesn't make much money, no
Only five thousand per
But some judge who thinks he's funny
Says, he's got to pay six to her

He says, "Now judge, suppose I fail?"
The judge say, "Son, right, right into jail
You'd better keep her, I think it's cheaper
Than makin' whoopee"
Whoopee, whoopee