Subject: Lyr Add: MAKIN' WHOOPEE (Kahn/Donaldson)
From:
Jim Dixon
Date: 09 Feb 18 - 12:44 AM
MAKIN' WHOOPEE!
Words by Gus Kahn, music by Walter Donaldson, ©1928.
I. As recorded by Eddie Cantor, 18-Dec-1928, Victor 21831-A, 3:22.
(You can hear this at The Internet Archive.)
[Verse] Ev'ry time 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.
[Chorus 1] Another bride, another June,
Another sunny honeymoon,
Another season, another reason
For making whoopee.
A lot o' shoes, a lot o' rice,
The groom is nervous; he answers twice.
It's really chilling 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'll get, folks,
For making whoopee.
[Chorus 2] 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 ev'ry 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: "Budge right into jail."
You'd better keep her; you'll find it's cheaper
Than making whoopee.
II. As recorded by Eddie Cantor, 6-May-1941, Decca 3798 B, 3:09
(You can hear this at The Internet Archive.)
[Verse] Ev'ry time I hear that dear old wedding march,
I feel rather glad I have a broken arch.
I have heard a lot of married people talk,
And I know that marriage is a long, long walk.
To most people, weddings mean romance,
But I prefer a picnic or a dance.
[Chorus 1] Another bride, another groom,
Another sunny honeymoon,
Another season, another reason
For making whoopee.
The choir sings: "Here Comes the Bride."
Another victim is by her side.
He's lost his reason, 'cause it's the season
For making whoopee.
Down through the countless ages, you'll find it ev'rywhere:
Somebody makes good wages; somebody wants a share.
She calls him Toodles and rolls her eyes.
She makes him strudels and bakes him pies.
What is it all for? It's so he'll fall for
Making whoopee.
[Chorus 2: same as version I.]
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