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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 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,
Thats what you get folks, for makin' whoopee
Another year or maybe less
What's this I hear? Oh, can't you guess
She feels neglected
And he's suspected of makin' whoopee
She feels so lone most everynight
He doesn't phone or even write
He says he's busy
But she says: "Is he? He's makin' whoopee"
He doesn't make much money
Only 500 hundred thousand per
Some judge may think he's funny
Say: "You pay six to her"
And he says: "Judge, what if I fail?"
The judge says: "Bud, right in the jail,
You'd better keep her
I think it's cheaper than makin' whoopee"
Well: don't forget, folks
That's what you get, folks
On makin' whoopee
Written by Walter Donaldson, Gus Kahn Copyright © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Memory Lane Music Group