Letras
Another bride, another June
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season, another reason
For making whoopee
A lot of shoes, a lot of rice
The groom is nervous, he answers twice
It's really killing that he's so willing
To make whoopee
Well now, picture a little love nest
Down where the roses cling
Picture that same sweet love nest
Think what a year can bring
He's washing dishes and baby clothes
He's so ambitious, he even sews
But don't forget, folks, ah, that's what you get, folks
For making whoopee
Another year or maybe less
What's this I hear? Ah, can't you guess?
She feels neglected, oh, you know the boy's suspected
Of making whoopee
She sits alone most every night
He doesn't phone her, he doesn't write
He says he's busy, oh, but is he?
He's making whoopee
He doesn't make much money
Only five thousand per
And some judge who thinks he's funny
Says, "You'll pay six to her"
He says, "Now judge, suppose I fail?"
The judge says, "Bugs, right into jail
Ah, you better keep her, I think it's cheaper
Than making whoopee"
So don't forget, folks, ah, that's what you get, folks
For making whoopee