Another bride, another June
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season, another reason
To make whoopee

A lot of shoes, a lot of rice
The groom is nervous, uhh, he answers twice
Its really killin', the boy's so willin'
To make whoopee, whoopee

Picture a little love nest, yeah
Down where the roses cling
Picture that same sweet love nest
See what a year can bring

I tell you the boy's washin' dishes 
Baby clothes
He's so ambitious, ooh, I tell you he sews
Its really killin', the boy's so willin'
To make whoopee, whoopee

You see, I don't make much money
Only five thousand per year
And some Judge who think's he funny
Tell's me I gotta pay six to her

I said now Judge, suppose I fail
The Judge says Ray, son son that'll only mean jail
You better keep on, you know it's cheaper.....

