HONEYCOMB

 

Honeycomb! Honeycomb!

Honeycomb! Honeycomb!

Honeycomb! Honeycomb!

 

Well, it's a darn good life and it's kind a funny,

How the Lord made the bee and the bee made the honey,

And the honeybee lookin' for a home, and they called it honeycomb.

And they roamed the world and they gathered all

Of the honeycomb into one sweet ball

And the honeycomb from a million trips made my baby's lips.

 

Oh - Honeycomb - won't you be my baby?

Well - Honeycomb - be my own!

Got a hank o' hair and gotta a little piece o' bone

And made a walkin' talkin' Honeycomb!

Well - Honeycomb - won't you be my baby?

Well - Honeycomb - be my own!

What a darn good life when you got a little wife like

Honeycomb! Honeycomb!

Honeycomb! Honeycomb!

 

And the Lord said now that I made a bee

I'm gonna look all around for a green, green tree.

And He made a little tree and I guess you heard

What, then, well he made a little bird

And they waited all around till the end of Spring.

They look notes that the birdie'd sung.

Put 'em all into one sweet tone

For my Honeycomb.

   

Oh - Honeycomb - won't you be my baby?

Well - Honeycomb - be my own!

What a darn good life when you got a little wife like

Honeycomb! Honeycomb!

Honeycomb! Honeycomb!

 

And the Lord said now that I made a bird

I'm gonna look all round for a little ol' word

That sounds about sweet like "turtledove"

And I guess I'm gonna call it "love".

And He roamed the world lookin' everywhere

And gets love from here, love from there

Put it all in a little ol' part of my baby's heart.

 

Oh - Honeycomb - won't you be my baby?

Well - Honeycomb - be my own!

Got a hank o' hair and got a liitle piece o' bone

And made a walkin' talkin' Honeycomb

Well - Honeycomb - won't you be my baby?

Well - Honeycomb - be my own.

What a darn good life

When you got a little wife like  

 

Honeycomb! Honeycomb!

Honeycomb! Honeycomb!

Honeycomb! Honeycomb!