Lyrics:

Another bride
Another groom
Another sunny Honeymoon
Another reason
Another season
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 a whoopee

Picture a little lovenest
Down where the roses cling
Picture the same sweet lovenest
Think what a year may bring

He's washing 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 making 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 making whoopee?'

He doesn't make much money
Only five thousand per
Some judge who thinks he's funny
Says, 'You pay six to her.'
He says, 'Now judge
Suppose I fail?'
The judge says, 'Butch
Right into jail
You'd better keep her
I think it's cheaper
Than making whoopees.'

Than making whoopees
Than making whoopees