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