Chorus 1: 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 killing that he’s so willing 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 washing dishes and baby clothes.
He’s so ambitious he even sews.
But don’t forget folks that what you get folks
For makin’ whoopee.

Chorus 2: 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 ev’ry 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.”