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
He’s washin dishes and baby clothes He’s so ambitious he even sews Don’t forget folks That’s what you get folks, for makin’ whoopee
Now he doesn’t make much money Only five thousand per Some judge who thinks he’s funny Says, “He’s got to pay six to her”
He says, “Now judge, suppose I fail?” Judge say, “Son, right into jail. You’d better keep her. I think it’s cheaper Than makin’ whoopee” Whoopee, whoopee…