Makin’ Whopee

Another bride another groom
Another sunny Honeymoon another reason
Another season 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 a whoopee picture a little lovenest
Down where the roses cling
Picture the same sweet lovenest
Think what a year may 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 making whoopee

She sit's alone 'most ev'ry night
He doesn't phone her he doesn't write
He says he's busy but she says, "Is he?
He's making whoopee?"

He doesn't make much money
Only five thousand per
Some judge who thinks he's funny
Says, "You pay six to her"
He says, "Now judge suppose I fail?"
The judge says, "Butch right into jail
You'd better keep her i think it's cheaper
Than making whoopees"

Than making whoopees than making whoopees