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

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."