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



It's really killing that he's so willing,

To make whoopee

Picture a little love nest,

down where the roses cling

Picture that same sweet love nest, 

Think what a year can bring



He's washing dishes and baby clothes, 

he's so ambitious he even sews,



So 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



She sits alone most every night, he doesn't phone her, he doesn't write

He says he's busy, but she says, "Is he?"

He's makin' whoopee



He doesn't make much money, only five thousand per,

And some judge who thinks he's funny says you pay six to her,

And he says, "Judge, suppose I fail?"

The judge says, "Budge right into jail",

You better keep her.

I think it's cheaper

Than makin' whoopee.



Than makin' whoopee