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 'n, 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, uh-uh, thousand per

And some judge who thinks he's funny

Tells me I 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."



[spoken] You know what I've been doin', don't you?

[crowd goes wild]