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Another pride |
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Another tune |
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Another sunny honeymoon |
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Another season |
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Another reason |
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For making whoopie |
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A lot of shoes |
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A lot of rice |
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The groom is nervous, he answers twice |
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It's really killing, that he's so willing |
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To make whoopie |
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Ugh. |
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Picture a little love nest |
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Down where the roses cling |
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Picture that same sweet love nest |
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Think what a year can bring |
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He's washing dishes and baby clothes |
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He's so ambitious, he even sews |
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But don't forget folks |
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That's what you get folks |
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For making whoopie |
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Another year, or maybe less |
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What's this I hear |
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Oh can't you guess |
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She feels neglected |
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And he's suspected |
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Of making whoopie |
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Oooh she sits at home, most every night |
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He doesn't phone, he doesn't write |
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He says he's busy |
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And she says "Is he?" |
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He's making whoopie |
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Ugh. |
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He doesn't make much money |
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Only five thousand per |
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Some judge thinks he's funny |
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Says he will give six to her |
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And he says "Judge, what if I fail?" |
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The judge says, "Budge, straight into jail |
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You better keep her, I think it is cheaper |
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Than making whoopie" |
