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
It's really killing that he's so willing'
To make whoopee
Picture a little love nest'
Down where the roses cling
Picture that same sweet love nest'
Think what a 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'
Another year' or maybe less
What's this I hear
Well' can't you guess
She feels neglected'
And he's suspected of makin' whoopee
She sits alone most every night'
He doesn't phone her' he doesn't write
He says he's busy' but she says'