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, uh, he answers twice   It's 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 an', baby clothes   He's so ambitious, ooh, I tell you he sews   It's really killin', the boy's so willin'   To make whoopee, whoopee      You see, I don't make much money   Only five, uh, uh, thousand per   And some judge who thinks he's funny   Tells me I've got to pay six to her      I said now judge, suppose I fail?   The judge says, "Ray, son, son, right on into jail   Ah, you better keep her, I think it's cheaper"   You know what I've been doin', don't you?