Makin' Whoopee

Transcribed from Eddie Cantor, with Nat Shilkret's Orchestra, from Whoopee, recorded1928
From The Broadway Musical, 1918 - 1929, vol. 1, Chansons Actualites, CIN 025.

Everytime I hear that march from Lohengrin,
I am always on the outside looking in,
Maybe that is why I see the funny side
When I see a fallen brother take a bride!
Weddings make a lot of people sad,
But if you're not the groom, it's not so bad.

Another bride, another June,
Another sunny honeymoon,
Another season, another reason,
For making whoopee.

A lot of shoes, a lot of rice,
The groom is nervous, he answers twice,
It's really killing that he's so willing
To make whoopee.

Picture a little love-nest,
Down where the roses cling;
Picture the same sweet love-nest,
Think what a year can bring!

He's washing dishes and baby clothes,
He's so ambitious, he even sews,
But don't forget, folks,
That's what you get, folks,
For making whoopee!

Another year, or maybe less,
What's this I hear? Well, can't you guess?
She feels neglected,
And he's suspected,
Of making whoopee.

She sits alone most every night,
He doesn't phone, or even write,
He says he's busy,
But she says, "Is he?
He's making whoopee!"

He doesn't make much money,
Five thousand dollars per,
Some judge who thinks he's funny
Says, "You pay six to her."

He says, "Now, Judge, suppose I fail?"
The judge says, "Bud, right into jail.
You'd better keep her,
You'll find it's cheaper
Than making whoopee."

Transcribed from Marlene Dietrich, with Burt Bacharach and His Orchestra, August 17, 1959;
Fom Marlene Dietrich, Live at the Cafe De Paris, SONY Masterworks, MDK 47254

Every time I hear the march from Lohengrin,
I am always on the outside lookin' in,
Maybe that is why I see the funny side
When I see a fallen brother take a bride.
Weddings make a lot of people sad,
But if you're not the groom, it's not so bad.

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'
That he's so willin'
To make whoopee.

Now, picture a little love nest
Down where the roses cling;
Now, picture the same sweet love nest,
Think what a year can bring.

He's washing dishes and baby clothes,
He's so ambitious, he even sews,
So don't forget, folks,
That's what you get, folks,
For makin' . . .

It is a year, or even less,
What's this I hear? Well, can't you guess?
She feels neglected,
And he's suspected
Of makin' . . .

She sits alone most ever night,
He doesn't phone, he doesn't even write!
He says he's busy,
But she says, "Is he?
He's makin' whoop-- "

He doesn't make much money,
Only five-thousand per,
Some judge thinks he's funny,
Says, "You'll pay six to her."

Now, he says, "Judge, suppose I fail?"
And he says, "Bud, you'll go to jail.
You'd better keep her, ha ha,
Because it's cheaper
Than makin' whoop--"

So, don't forget, folks,
That's what you get, folks,
For makin' whoopee,
For makin' whoopee,
For makin' . . .
Whoopee!

Published 6/15/00.

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