Than makin' whoopee 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

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 Its really killin' That he's so willin' to make whoopee Now picture a little love

Can't you come out to play in your empty garden, Johnny He must have been a gardener that cared a lot Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop And I've been knocking but no one answers Oh and I've been calling, oh hey hey Johnny Who lived here And

Who is the crowd that peers through the cage, As we perform here upon the stage? Tell me a lie in a beautiful way I believe in answers just not today So I arrived, naked and cold A welcomed change from the abeyance of a ghost town catacomb No need for

Now this is who we are I'll never know the answers And I'll always wonder why I am no one You are faithful when we are not I am no one's hero For we are not the giant men That some may think So I'd like to tell this story the way it is meant to be

Can't you come out to play in your empty garden, Johnny He must have been a gardener that cared a lot Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop And I've been knocking but no one answers Oh and I've been calling, oh hey hey Johnny Who lived here And

Yeah, yeah I, oh, I'm still alive I, I, I'm still alive Who answers? Son, she said Have I got a little story for you What you thought was your daddy Was nothin' but a While you were sittin'

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 Its really killin' that he's so willin' To make whoopee Picture a little love nest

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 Its really killin' That he's so willin' to make whoopee Now picture a little love