Lyrics

Another bride, another groom Another sunny honeymoon Another season, one further reason For making whoopee, yeah Making whoopee, yeah A lot of shoes, a mess of rice The groom is nervous, he answers twice The priest is killin', this cat's so willing, yeah To make a little whoopee, yeah Make a little whoopee, yeah Picture that little love nest, yeah Down where the roses spring Picture that same sweet love nest, uh See what one year can bring He's washing dishes and baby clothes He's so ambitious, he even sews So don't forget, folks, that's what you get, folks For making whoopee, yeah Got to be making whoopee I think I better lie now Another year, or maybe less What's this I hear? Man, can't you guess? He said he was busy, she said, "Who is she?" You're making whoopee, yeah I got to be making whoopee, yeah He does not make much money Barely thirteen thousand per Some judge who thinks he's funny Says you got to give sixteen to her Then another year, or maybe less What's this I hear? Yeah, well, can't you guess? He's gonna keep her, 'cause he's findin' it's cheaper He said he was busy, she said, "Who is she?" So don't forget, folks, that's what you get, folks For making whoopee, yeah For making whoopee, yeah Telling you, boy, that's a-what you get When you done fool around Telling you, girl, that's a-what you get When you done fool around Telling you, boy, that's a-what you get When you done fool around One thing that my daddy taught Is that thou shalt not get caught One thing that my daddy taught Is that thou shalt not get caught One thing that my daddy taught Is that thou shalt not get caught One thing that my daddy taught Is that thou shalt not get caught One thing that my daddy taught Is that thou shalt not get caught