Another bride, another June, another sunny honeymoon Another season, another reason for making whoopee A lot of shoes, a lot of rice The groom is nervous and he answers twice It's really killing that he's so willing 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 washing dishes and baby clothes, he's so ambitious he even sews But don't forget folks, that's what you get folks, for making whoopee Another year, or maybe less, what's this I hear? Well can't you guess, she feels neglected and he's suspected of making whoopee She sits alone, most every night, he doesn't phone her, he doesn't write He says he's busy and she says is he? He's making whoopee He doesn't make much money, only five thousand per Some judge who thinks he's funny, says you'll pay six to her He says now judge, suppose I fail, the judge says ha, right into jail You'd better keep her, I think it's cheaper than making whoopee Say it's a whole lot cheaper than making whoopee