| Another bride
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| Another June
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| Another sunny honeymoon
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| Another season
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| Another reason
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| For makin' whoopie
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| A lot of shoes
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| A bag of rice
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| The groom is nervous
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| He answers twice
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| It’s really killin'
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| That he’s so willin'
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| To make whoopie
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| Picture a little love nest
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| Down where the roses cling
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| Picture that same sweet love nest
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| Think what a year can bring
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| He’s washin' dishes
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| And baby clothes
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| He’s so ambitious
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| He even sews
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| But don’t forget folks
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| That’s what you get folks
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| For makin' whoopie
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| Another year
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| Or maybe less
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| What’s this I hear?
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| Well, can’t you guess?
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| She feels neglected
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| And he’s suspected
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| Of makin' whoopie
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| She sits alone
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| Most every night
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| He doesn’t phone her
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| He doesn’t write
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| He says he’s busy
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| But she says, is he?
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| He’s makin' whoopie
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| He doesn’t make much money
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| Only five thousand per
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| Some judge who thinks he’s funny
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| Says you’ll pay six to her
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| He says, now judge
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| Suppose I fail?
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| He says, Son, right into jail.
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| You’d better keep her,
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| I think it’s cheaper
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| Than makin' whoopie
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| It’s cheaper
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| You better keep her
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| Than makin' whoopie
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| He says, now judge
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| Suppose I fail?
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| He says, Son, right into jail.
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| You’d better keep her,
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| I think it’s cheaper
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| Than makin' whoopie
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| You’d better keep her,
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| I think it’s cheaper
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| Than makin' whoopie |