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
 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
 But don't forget, folks
 That's what you get, folks, for makin' whoopee
 Another year or maybe less
 What's this I hear? Well, you can't confess
 She feels neglected, and he's suspected
 Of makin' whoopee
 She sits alone 'most every night
 He doesn't phone her; 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 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
 You'd better keep her
 I know it's cheaper
 Than makin' whoopee