[Chorus: Rod Stewart]
Another bride, another June
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season, another reason
For makin' whoopee

[Verse 1: Rod Stewart, Elton John & Both]
A lot of shoes (Lots of shoes)
A lot of rice
The groom is nervous (Scared to death)
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 (Mhm) and baby clothes
He's so ambitious, he even sews
But don't forget folks
That's what you get folks
For makin' whoopee
Yeah

[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus: Elton John, Rod Stewart & Both]
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
Sing it to me E.J
Oh, yeah

[Verse 2: Rod Stewart, Elton John & Both]
She sits alone (All alone)
Most every night (Every night)
He doesn't phone (Oh no), 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'll pay six to her" (No way)
He says, "Now judge, now judge, suppose I fail?"
The judge said, "Rod, rot into jail" (Alone)
I'd better keep her
Ooh man, it's cheaper
Than makin' whoopee (Whoopee)

[Bridge: Both, Elton John & Rod Stewart]
Than makin' whoopee (Whoopee)
Than makin' whoopee (Whoopee)
Than makin' whoopee (Whoopee)
Than makin' whoopee (Whoopee)
Than makin' whoopee
[Outro: ?]
They—, they wrote this for you, Rod