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'
That he's so willin' to make whoopee
*Uh*

Picture a little love nest
Down where the roses cling
Picture that same sweet love nest
Think what a year can bring

He's washin dishes and baby clothes
He's so ambitious he even sews
But don't forget folks,
That's what you get folks, for makin' whoopee

Another year, or maybe less
What's this I hear
Oh, can't you guess
She feels neglected, and he's suspected
Of makin' whoopee

Oh, she sits at home,
Most every night
He doesn't phone, he doesn't write
He says he's busy,
And she says, "Is he?"
He's makin' whoopee
*Uh*

He doesn't make much money
Only five thousand per
Some judge who thinks he's funny
Says, "He'll give six to her."

He says, "Now judge, suppose I fail?"
The judge say, "Budge. Straight into jail.
You'd better keep her. I think it's cheaper
Than makin' whoopee."