Makin' Whoopee

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 Now 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, can't you guess? She feels neglected and he's suspected Of makin' 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 makin' whoopee Now he doesn't make much money Only five thousand per Some judge thinks, he's funny Says, "You'll pay six to her" I says, "Now judge, suppose I fail?" The judge said, "Rod, Rod in the jail", oh no I'd better keep her, oh man it's cheaper Than makin' whoopee Than makin' whoopee Than makin' whoopee Than makin' whoopee ...