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Everytime I hear that dear old wedding march
I feel rather glad I have a broken arch.
I have heard a lot of married people talk
And I know that marriage is a long long walk.
To most people weddings mean romance
But I prefer a picnic or a dance.
Another bride, another groom
The countryside is all in bloom;
The flowers and treeses, the birds and beeses
Are making whoopie.
The choir sing, "Here comes the bride"
Another victim is by her side
He's lost his reason cause it's the season
For making whoopee.
Down through the countless ages,
You'll find it ev'rywhere:
Somebody makes good wages,
Somebody wants a share.
She calls them 'Toddlers' and rolls her eyes.
She bakes him strudels and makes him pies
What is it all for ? It's so he'll fall for
Making whoopee..
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Another year or maybe less
What's this I hear? Well, can't you guess
She feels neglected and he's suspected
Of makin' whoopee
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
He doesn't make much money
Only five thousand per;
Some judge who thinks he's funny
Says, "You pay six to her."
He says, "Now judge, suppose I fail?"
The judge says, "Budge right into jail.
You'd better keep her
You find it's cheaper than making whoopee."
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