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', it's really killin'
That he's so willin' to make whoopee
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, whoopee
Now he doesn't make much money, no
Only five thousand per
But some judge who thinks he's funny
Says, "He's got to pay six to her"
He says, "Now judge, suppose I fail?"
The judge says, "Son, right, right into jail
You'd better keep her
I think it's cheaper
Than makin' whoopee"