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