bulls making whoopee

Another bride
Another groom
Another sunny
Honeymoon;
Another season,
Another reason
For makin' whoopee.

The choir sings, "Here comes the bride"
Another victim is at her side
He's lost his reason
'Cause it's the season
For making whoopee.

Another year, or maybe less
What's this I hear? Or can't you guess?
She feels neglected,
And he's suspected
Of making whoopee.

She sits alone most ev'ry night
He doesn't come home, or even write
He says he's busy
But she says, "Is he
Making whoopee?"

He doesn't make much money
Five thousand dollars per;
Judge who thinks he's funny
Says, "Pay six to her."
He says, "Suppose I fail?"
The judge says, "Right into jail.
You'd better keep her
You'll find it cheaper
Than making whoopee!"

(Sir) Lunchalot
Scoffer Extraordinairre