Every time I hear that march from low and grin
I am always on the outside looking in
Maybe that is why I see the funny side
When I see somebody's brother take a bride
Weddings make a lot of people say
But if it isn't you, they're not so bad
Another bride, another june
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season, another reason
For makin' 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
Picture a little love nest
Down where the roses cling
Picture the same, sweet love nest
Think what a year can bring
He's washin dishes and baby clothes
He's so ambitious he even sews
But don't forget folks
That's what you get folks, for makin' whoopee
Down through the countless ages
You'll find it everywhere
Somebody makes good wages
Somebody wants her share
She calls him "tootles"
And rolls her eyes
She makes him strudels
And bakes him pies
What is it all for, just so he'll fall for
Makin' whoopee