| Lyrics: | Another bride, Another June
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season, Another reason
To
make whoopee
A lot of shoes, a lot of rice
The groom is nervous, uhh, he answers
twice
Its really killin', the boy's so willin'
To make whoopee, whoopee
Picture a
little love nest, yeah
Down where the roses cling
Picture that same sweet love nest
See
what a year can bring
I tell you the boy's washin' dishes 'n, baby clothes
He's so
ambitious, ooh, I tell you he sews
Its really killin', the boy's so willin'
To make whoopee,
whoopee
You see, I don't make much money
Only five, uh-uh, thousand per
And some
judge who thinks he's funny
Tells me I got to pay six to her
I said now judge, suppose
I fail?
The judge says, "Ray, son, son, right on into jail.
Ah, you better keep her. I
think it's cheaper."
[spoken] You know what I've been doin', don't you?
[crowd goes
wild] |
