Makin' Whoopee

Another bride
Another groom
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season
Another reason
For makin' whoopee

A lot of shoes
A lot of rice
The groom got nervous
He asked her twice
It's really killing
That he's so willing
To make whoopee

Down through the countless ages
You'll find it everywhere
Somebody makes good wages
Somebody wants their share

The people sing
Here Comes The Bride
Another victim
By her side
He's lost his reason
'Cause it's the season
For makin' whoopee

Another year
Or maybe less
"What's this I hear?"
"Well, you'll never guess"
He feels neglected
And she's suspected
Of makin' whoopee, whoopee, whoopee, whoopee

He sits alone all day
Every night
She doesn't phone him
She never writes
She says, "I'm busy"
But he says, "Is she?"
I think they both know she's makin' whoopee

He doesn't make much money
He makes only five thousand per
Some judge who thinks he's funny
Says, "You'll pay six to her"

Then he said, "Judge
Suppose I fail?"
Mm, the judge says, "Budge
Right into jail
You'd better keep her
I think it's cheaper"

You'd better keep her
I think it's cheaper
You'd better keep her
I think it's cheaper
Than makin' whoopee