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 he's so willin'. To make whoopee. Picture a little love nest. Down where the roses cling. Picture the same sweet love nest. And think what a year can bring. He's washin' 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 you can guess. She feels neglected and he's suspected. Of making whoopee. She sits alone most every night. He doesn't phone; 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 5000 per. Some judge who thinks he's funny. Says you'll pay 6 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 making whoopee