(feat. Elton John)

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


Now picture a little love nest
Down where the roses cling
Picture the same sweet love nest

Think what a year can bring, yes

He's washin dishes and baby clothes

He's so ambitious he even sews
But don't forget folks,
Thats what you get folks, for makin' whoopee


Another year, maybe less
What's this I hear? Well, can't you guess?

She feels neglected, and he's suspected
Of makin' whoopee


Yeah, she sits alone,
Most every night
He doesn't phone, he doesn't write

He says he's busy,
But she says, "Is he?"
He's makin' whoopee


Now he 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?"
Judge say, "Budge. Right into jail.
You'd better keep her. I think it's cheaper

Than makin' whoopee."

Yes, yeah, you better keep her

Daddy, I think it's cheaper
Then makin' whoopee