text: 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
  Its really killin
  That hes so willin to make whoopee
  Now picture a little love nest
  Down where the roses cling
  Picture the same sweet love nest
  Think what a year can bring, yes
  Hes washin dishes and baby clothes
  Hes so ambitious he even sews
  But dont forget folks
  Thats what you get folks, for makin whoopee
  Another year, maybe less
  Whats this I hear? Well, cant you guess?
  She feels neglected, and hes suspected
  Of makin whoopee
  Yeah, she sits alone
  Most every night
  He doesnt phone, he doesnt write
  He says hes busy
  But she says, Is he?
  Hes makin whoopee
  Now he doesnt make much money
  Only five thousand per
  Some judge who thinks hes funny
  Says, Youll pay six to her.
  He says, Now judge, suppose I fail?
  Judge say, Budge. Right into jail
  Youd better keep her. I think its cheaper
  Than makin whoopee.
  Yes, yeah, you better keep her
  Daddy, I think its cheaper
  Then makin whoopee