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.