Every
time I hear the march from Lone Green,
I am always on the outside lookin' in.
Maybe that is why I see the funny side
When I see a fallen brother
take a bride
Weddings make a lot of people sad
But if you're not the groom,
it's not so bad
Another bright, another June,
another sunny, moon
An other season,
another reason for making whoopee
A lot of shoes, a lot of rice,
the groom is nervous
He answers twice, it's really killin'
That he's so willin' to
make whoopee
Now picture a little love nest
Down where the roses cling
Now picture that
same sweet loveness
Think what a year can bring
He's washing dishes an
d baby clothes
He's so ambitious, he even solves
So don't forget folks,
that's what you get folks, for making
It is a year, or even less,
But this I hear, well can't you guess?
She feels neglected,
and is suspected of making
She sits alone, most every night
He doesn't phone,
he doesn't even write
He says he's busy,
but she says easy, he's makin'
He doesn't make much money,
only five thousand per
Some judge think s he's funny,
says you'll pay six to her
Now he says, Judge, suppose I fail?
And he says, Bud, you'll go to jail
You'd better keep up,
because it's cheaper
than making
So don't forget folks,
that's what you get folks,
for makin' whoopee,
for makin' whoopee,
for makin' whoopee!