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 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't confess 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 know it's cheaper Than makin' whoopeeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
