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Ev'ry time I hear that march from Lohengrin,
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I am always on the outside looking in,
Maybe that is why I see the funny side
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When I see a fallen brother take a bride.
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Weddings make a lot of people sad.
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But if you're not the groom it's not so bad...
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Another bride, another groom
The countryside is all a-bloom
The flowers and trees-es, the birds and bees-es
Are Makin' 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 Makin' Whoopee
Down through the countless ages
You'll find it everywhere
Somebody makes good wages:
Somebody wants her 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
Makin' 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 Makin' Whoopee!
Another year, or maybe less
What's this I hear? Well, can't you guess?
She feels neglected, and he's suspected
Of Makin' Whoopee!
C Ab7
C Ab7
C G Eb
D7 G G7
A7 D7
D7 G G7
C A7 Dm7 G7
C C7 F Fm
C A7 Ab7 G7
C Cdim Dm7 G7
C A7 Dm7 G7
C C7 F Fm
C A7 Ab7 G7
C F Ab7 C
C7 F
Fdim C
C7 F
Fdim C G7
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 Makin' 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 Makin' Whoopee!"
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