Roly Poly Songtext
von Doris Day

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 sad
But if it isn't you, they′re not so bad

Another bride, another June
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season, another reason
For making whoopee

A lot of shoes, a lot of rice
The groom is nervous, he answers twice
It's really killing that he's so willing 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 washing dishes and baby clothes
He′s so ambitious, he even sews
But don't forget, folks
That′s what you get, folks, for making 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 making whoopee