(feat. Elton John)



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



Now picture a little love nest

Down where the roses cling

Picture the same sweet love nest

Think what a year can bring, yes



He's washin 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, maybe less

What's this I hear? Well, can't you guess?

She feels neglected, and he's suspected

Of makin' whoopee



Yeah, she sits alone,

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



Now he doesn't make much money

Only five thousand per

Some judge who thinks he's funny

Says, "You'll pay six to her."



He says, "Now judge, suppose I fail?"

Judge say, "Budge. Right into jail.

You'd better keep her. I think it's cheaper

Than makin' whoopee."



Yes, yeah, you better keep her

Daddy, I think it's cheaper

Then makin' whoopee