Another bride Another groom Another sunny honeymoon Another season Another reason For makin' whoopee A lot of shoes A lot of rice The groom got nervous He asked her twice It's really killing That he's so willing To make whoopee Down through the countless ages You'll find it everywhere Somebody makes good wages Somebody wants their share The people sing Here Comes The Bride Another victim By her side He's lost his reason 'Cause it's the season For makin' whoopee ♪ Another year Or maybe less "What's this I hear?" "Well, you'll never guess" He feels neglected And she's suspected Of makin' whoopee, whoopee, whoopee, whoopee He sits alone all day Every night She doesn't phone him She never writes She says, "I'm busy" But he says, "Is she?" I think they both know she's makin' whoopee He doesn't make much money He makes only five thousand per Some judge who thinks he's funny Says, "You'll pay six to her" Then he said, "Judge Suppose I fail?" Mm, the judge says, "Budge Right into jail You'd better keep her I think it's cheaper" You'd better keep her I think it's cheaper You'd better keep her I think it's cheaper Than makin' whoopee