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
Its really killin'
That he's so willin'
To make whoopee
(Oh!)
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,
Thats 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
Oh, she sits at home,
Most every night
He doesn't phone, he doesn't write
He says he's busy,
But she says, "Is he?"
He's makin' whoopee
(Oh!)
He doesn't make much money
Only five thousand per
Some judge who thinks he's funny
Says, "He'll give six to her."
And he says, "Judge, what if I fail?"
The judge say, "Budge. Straight into jail.
You'd better keep her. I think it's cheaper
Than makin' whoopee."
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