A hundred and one pounds of fun
That's my little honey bun
Get a load of honey bun tonight
I'm speakin' of my Sweetie Pie
Only sixty inches high
Every inch is packed with dynamite
Her hair is blonde and curly
Her curls are hurly-burly
Her lips are pips
I call her hips 'Twirly' and 'Whirly'
She's my baby, I'm her pap
I'm her booby, she's my trap
I am caught and don't wanna run
'Cause I'm havin' so much fun with honey bun
I'm havin' so much fun with honey bun
Believe me sonny
She's a cookie who can cook you 'till you're done
Ain't bein' funny
Sonny, put your money on my honey bun
Happy talk, keep talkin' happy talk
Talk about things you'd like to do
You got to have a dream
If you don't have a dream
How you gonna have a dream come true
Talk about a moon floatin' in the sky
Lookin' like a lily on the lake
Talk about a bird learnin' how to fly
Makin' all the music he can make
Happy talk, keep talkin' happy talk
You got to have a dream
If you don't have a dream
How you gonna have a dream come true
If you don't talk happy
And you never had a dream
Then you'll never have a dream come true
True, true, true
Never have a dream come true