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