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', it's 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 Think what a year can bring He's washin dishes and baby clothes He's so ambitious, he even sews Don't forget folks That's what you get folks For makin' whoopee, whoopee Now he doesn't make much money, no Only five thousand per But some judge who thinks he's funny Says, "He's got to pay six to her" He says, "Now judge, suppose I fail?" The judge says, "Son, right, right into jail You'd better keep her I think it's cheaper Than makin' whoopee" Whoopee, whoopee