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