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

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