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 hes so willin 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
Hes washin dishes and baby clothes
Hes so ambitious he even sews
But dont forget, folks
Thats what you get, folks, for makin whoopee
Another year or maybe less
Whats this I hear? Well, you cant confess
She feels neglected, and hes suspected
Of makin whoopee
She sits alone most every night
He doesnt phone her; he doesnt write
He says hes busy, but she says, Is he?
Hes makin whoopee
He doesnt make much money
Only five thousand per
Some judge who thinks hes funny
Says, Youll pay six to her
He says, Now, Judge, suppose I fail?
The judge says, Budge right into jail
Youd better keep her; I think its cheaper
Than makin whoopee
Youd better keep her
I know its cheaper
Than makin whoopee