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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, uh, he answers twice It's 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 an', baby clothes He's so ambitious, ooh, I tell you he sews It's 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've 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" You know what I've been doin', don't you?