(feat. Elton John)    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  Its really killin'  That he's so willin' to make whoopee    Now picture a little love nest  Down where the roses cling  Picture the same sweet love nest  Think what a year can bring, yes    He's washin dishes and baby clothes  He's so ambitious he even sews  But don't forget folks,  Thats what you get folks, for makin' whoopee    Another year, maybe less  What's this I hear? Well, can't you guess?  She feels neglected, and he's suspected  Of makin' whoopee    Yeah, she sits alone,  Most every night  He doesn't phone, he doesn't write  He says he's busy,  But she says, "Is he?"  He's makin' whoopee    Now he doesn't make much money  Only five thousand per  Some judge who thinks he's funny  Says, "You'll pay six to her."    He says, "Now judge, suppose I fail?"  Judge say, "Budge. Right into jail.  You'd better keep her. I think it's cheaper  Than makin' whoopee."    Yes, yeah, you better keep her  Daddy, I think it's cheaper  Then makin' whoopee