What Is There To Say?

Another bride, another June
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season, another reason
For makin' whoopeeA lot of shoes, a lot of rice
The groom is nervous, he answers twice
It's really killin'
That he's so willin' to make whoopeePicture a little love nest
Down where the roses cling
Picture the same sweet love nest
Think what a year can bringHe'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' whoopeeAnother year or maybe less
What's this I hear? Well, you can't confess
She feels neglected, and he's suspected
Of makin' whoopeeShe sits alone 'most every night
He doesn't phone her, he doesn't write
He says he's busy but she says, "Is he?"
He's makin' whoopeeHe doesn't make much money
Only five thousand per
Some judge who thinks he's funny
Says, "You'll pay six to her"He says, "Now Judge, suppose I fail?"
The Judge says, "Budge, right into jail"
You'd better keep her, I think it's cheaper
Than makin' whoopeeYou'd better keep her
I know it's cheaper
Than makin' whoopee