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 killing that he`s so willing
Whoopee. Picture a little love nest down where the roses cling
And picture the same sweet love nest,what a year can bring.
He`s washing dishes and baby clothes,
he`s so ambitious he even sews.
So don`t forget folks, that`s what you get, folks,
Grace joins for makin` whoopee.
Another year, or maybe less
What`s this I hear
Well, can`t ya guess
She feels neglected,
and he`s suspected of makin` whoopee.
Shot with my own words
She sits alone most every night, he doesn`t phone, he doesn`t write!
I was busy
He says he`s busy, but she says, Is he He`s makin` whoopee.
I have to work don`t I
That`s work
He doesn`t make much money, only five thousand per
Some judge who thinks he`s funny says you pay six to her.
And then I say, Judge, suppose I fail
The judge says, Budge right into jail You better keep her.
I think it`s cheaper
than makin` whoopee.
Come in.
Aren`t you folks gonna have supper
We`re makin` whoopee.