Honey Pie
She was a working girlNorth of England wayNow she's hit the big timeIn the USAAnd if she could only hear meThis is what I'd say
Honey pie you are making me crazyI'm in love but I'm lazySo won't you please come home
Oh honey pie my position is tragicCome and show me the magicOf your Hollywood song
You became a legend of the silver screenAnd now the thought of meeting youMakes me weak in the knee
Oh honey pie you are driving me franticSail across the AtlanticTo be where you belong
Honey pie come back to me, oh
YeahI like it like that, oh ahI like this kind of hot kind of musicHot kind of musicPlay it to me, play it to me, honey, the blues
Will the wind that blew her boat across the seaKindly send her sailing back to me?
Oooooooooooh ohOh oh oh oh oh oh ohHoney pie, honey pie