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 killin' that he's so willin'
To make whoopee
Now, picture a little love nest
Down where the roses cling
Picture the same sweet love nest
Think what a year can bring
He's washin' 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
[Saxophone solo]
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
Well he doesn't make much money
Only five thousand per
And some judge that thinks he's funny
Says, "You'll pay six to her."
So he says, "Judge, suppose I fail?"
The judge says, "March right into jail."
You better keep her, I think it's cheaper
Than makin' whoopee
You better keep her, I think it's cheaper
Than makin' whoooooopeeee