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Another bride, another june |
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Another sunny honeymoon |
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Another season, another reason |
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For makin' whoopee |
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A lot of shoes, a lot of rice |
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The groom is nervous, he answers twice |
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Its really killin' that he's so willin' to make whoopee |
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Now picture a little love nest |
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Down where the roses cling |
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Picture the same sweet love nest |
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And think what a year can bring |
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He's washin 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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Thats what you get folks, for makin' whoopee |
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Another year or maybe less |
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What's this I hear? |
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Well, can't you guess? |
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She feels neglected |
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And he's suspected |
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Of Makin' Whoopee! |
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She sits alone |
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'Most every night |
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He doesn't phone |
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He doesn't write |
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He says he's "busy" |
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But she says "is he?" |
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He's Makin' Whoopee! |
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He doesn't make much money |
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Only a five-thousand per |
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Some judge, who thinks he's funny |
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Says "you'll pay six to her" |
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He says: "Now judge, suppose I fail." |
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The judge says: "Budge, right into jail! |
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You'd better keep her, |
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I think it's cheaper |
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Than Makin' Whoopee!!" |
