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| From the episode: | Lottery Fever |
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| Singers: | Joe Swanson, Glenn Quagmire, Peter Griffin |
| Voices: | Patrick Warburton, Seth MacFarlane |
"Makin' Whoopee!" is a jazz/blues song, first popularized by Eddie Cantor in the 1928 musical Whoopee!. Walter Donaldson wrote the music and Gus Kahn the lyrics for the song as well as for the entire musical.
In "Lottery Fever", Peter makes Quagmire and Joe perform "Makin' Whoopee!" at the Quahog Theater while he takes shots at them with a BB gun.
Lyrics[]
Quagmire: Another bride
Joe: He looks so gay
Quagmire: Another June
Joe: Oh what a day
Quagmire: Another sunny honeymoon
Joe: hip hip...
[Peter fires and hits Joe]
Joe: Oww
Quagmire: Another season..
[Peter fires and hits Quagmire]
Quagmire: awwk! Another reason
Together: For makin' whoopee!
[Near miss by Peter flies by Joe's head]
Joe: Look, you aren't gonna to shoot us in the eye, are you, Peter?
[While aiming at Joe's eye]
Peter: Oh, no, Joe. I wouldn't try to shoot you in the eye.
Quagmire: A lot of shoes
Joe: We're throwing shows
Quagmire: A lot of rice
Joe: It's all so nice
[A BB hits Joe in the forehead]
Joe: Oh, whoa! Peter, it was really close to my eye!
Peter: Relax, Joe, I'm nowhere near your eye. Hey, Joe, open your eye.
[Peter hits Joe in the eye as he screams in pain] Gotcha!
Quagmire: What the hell, Peter? You shot him in the eye!
Peter: Keep singing you! And keep your chin up so I can see your throat.
Quagmire: No, no, screw this! You're a jerk!
[Piano stops playing in the background]
Peter: Jerk? What kind of a way is that to talk to your friend who gives you money?
Quagmire: Go to hell, Peter! We don't need your money! And we don't need friends like you!
Joe: Yeah! We're outta here!
Peter: Fine! Go on, I don't care! I don't need you! I got money!
Quagmire: You know, Peter? You used to be a great guy, but ever since you won that lottery-- awwww!
[Peter shoots Quagmire in the throat]
Quagmire: aww aww... Come on, Joe! Fuck this guy!
[Mort Goldman appears]
Mort: I'm here to audition for Fiddler on the Roof.
Peter: Come right in.