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 Its really killin' that he's so willin' to make whoopee Now picture a little love nest Down where the roses cling Picture the same sweet love nest And 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, Thats what you get folks, for makin' whoopee Another year or maybe less What's this I hear? Well, can't you guess? She feels neglected And he's suspected Of Makin' Whoopee! She sits alone 'Most every night He doesn't phone He doesn't write He says he's "busy" But she says "is he?" He's Makin' Whoopee! He doesn't make much money Only a five-thousand per Some judge, who thinks he's funny Says "you'll pay six to her" He says: "Now judge, suppose I fail." The judge says: "Budge, right into jail! You'd better keep her, I think it's cheaper Than Makin' Whoopee!!"
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