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
Way down where roses cling
Picture the same sweet love nest
Think what a year can bring

He's washin' dishes, 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, can't you guess?
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 he'll pay six to her
He says "Now, Judge, suppose I fail?"
The judge says "Budge, right into jail
You better keep her, I think it's cheaper
Than makin' whoopee"

That's what the man said
It takes a whole lot of bread
To make whoopee