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Another bride, another June |
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Another sunny honeymoon |
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Another season, another reason |
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For makin' whoopee |
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A lot of shoes, a lot of rice |
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The groom is nervous; he answers twice |
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It's really killin' |
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That he's so willin' to make whoopee |
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Picture a little love nest |
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Down where the roses cling |
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Picture the same sweet love nest |
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Think what a year can bring |
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He's washin' dishes and baby clothes |
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He's so ambitious he even sews |
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But don't forget, folks |
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That's what you get, folks, for makin' whoopee |
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Another year or maybe less |
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What's this I hear? Well, you can't confess |
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She feels neglected, and he's suspected |
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Of makin' whoopee |
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She sits alone 'most every night |
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He doesn't phone her; he doesn't write |
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He says he's busy, but she says, "Is he?" |
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He's makin' whoopee |
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He doesn't make much money |
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Only five thousand per |
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Some judge who thinks he's funny |
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Says, "You'll pay six to her" |
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He says, "Now, Judge, suppose I fail?" |
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The judge says, "Budge right into jail" |
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You'd better keep her; I think it's cheaper |
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Than makin' whoopee |
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You'd better keep her |
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I know it's cheaper |
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Than makin' whoopee |
