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!

Picture a little love-nest,

Down where the roses cling,

Picture the same sweet lovenest,

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'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 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 a five-thousand per

Some judge, who thinks he's funny

Told him he got to 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!!"