Makin' Whoopee

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

Picture a little love nest

Down where the roses cling

Picture the same sweet love nest

And 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

Another year, or maybe less

What's this I hear? Well you can guess

She feels neglected, and he's suspected

Of making whoopee

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 making whoopee

He doesn't make much money; only 5000 per

Some judge who thinks he's funny

Says you'll pay 6 to her

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

The judge says: "Budge, right into jail"

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

Than making whoopee