MAKIN' WHOOPEE
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, huh, he answers twice 
Its really killing, the boy's so willing 
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 washing dishes 'n, baby clothes 
He's so ambitious, ooh, I tell you he sews 
Its really killing, the boy's so willing 
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 doing, don't you? 
(crowd goes wild)