Another bride, another JuneAnother sunny honeymoonAnother season, another reasonFor makin' whoopeeA lot of shoes, a lot of riceThe groom is nervous; he answers twiceIt's really killin'That he's so willin' to make whoopeePicture a little love nestDown where the roses clingPicture the same sweet love nestThink what a year can bringHe's washin' dishes and baby clothesHe's so ambitious he even sewsBut don't forget, folksThat's what you get, folks, for makin' whoopeeAnother year or maybe lessWhat's this I hear? Well, you can't confessShe feels neglected, and he's suspectedOf makin' whoopeeShe sits alone 'most every nightHe doesn't phone her; he doesn't writeHe says he's busy, but she says, "Is he?"He's makin' whoopeeHe doesn't make much moneyOnly five thousand perSome judge who thinks he's funnySays, "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 cheaperThan makin' whoopeeYou'd better keep herI know it's cheaperThan makin' whoopee