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 killing, that he's so willing to make whoopee.

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, 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 "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 think it's cheaper than makin' whoopee.