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

Its really killin' that he's so willin' to make whoopee

Picture a little love nest, down where the roses cling

Picture the same sweet love nest, and think what a year can bring

He'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' whoopee