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 tome

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).