Another bride,
another
Jun e,
Another sunny honeymoon,
Another season,
another reason for making 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
Pic ture a little love nest
Way down where roses cling
Picture the same sweet love nest,
think what a year can bring
Washing dishes, baby clothes,
it's so ambitious, even so's
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, but she says easy.
is making whoopee.
He does n't make much money,
only five thousand for some judge
who thinks he's funny,
says you'll pay six to her.
He says now judge, suppose I
The judge says, butch, right in the jail
You better keep her,
I think it's cheaper
To make it whoopee
That's what the man said
It takes a whole lot of breath to
make whoopee