Text: Beatles. The White Album. Honey Pie.

She was a working girl north of England way
Now she's hit the big time in the USA
And if she could only hear me this is what I'd say

Honey pie, you are making me crazy
I'm in love but I'm lazy
So won't you please come home?

Oh honey pie, my position is tragic
Come and show me the magic
Of your Hollywood song

You became a legend of the silver screen
And now the thought of meeting you
Makes me weak in the knee

Oh honey pie, you are driving me frantic
Sail across the Atlantic
To be where you belong
Honey pie, come back to me

I like it like that, ooh ah
I like this kinda hot kinda music, hot kinda music
Play it to me, play it to me honey with blues

Will the wind that blew her boat across the sea
Kindly send her sailing back to me?

Now honey pie, you are making me crazy
I'm in love but I'm lazy
So won't you please come home?
Come, come back to me honey pie
Honey pie, honey pie