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

It's 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

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 can't you guess?

She feels neglected, and he's suspected

Of makin' whoopee

She sits alone most every night

He doesn't phone her, he doesn't write

He says he's busy, but she says, is he?

He's makin' whoopee

Well he doesn't make much money

Only five thousand per

And some judge that thinks he's funny

Says, you'll pay six to her

So he says, judge, suppose I fail?

The judge says, march right into jail

You better keep her, I think it's cheaper

Than makin' whoopee

You better keep her, I think it's cheaper

Than makin' whoopee