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
Picture a little love nest, down where the roses cling
Picture the same sweet love nest, and think what a year can bring
He's washin' dishes and baby clothes, he's so ambitious he even sews
But don't forget folks, that's what you get folks, for makin' whoopee