Honey Pie - The Beatles

She was a working girl

North of England way

Now she's hit the big time

In the U.S.A.

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

(Ooh)

(Yeah)

I like it like that (ooh ah)

I like this kind of

Hot kind of music

Hot kind of music

Play it to me, play it to me

Hollywood blues

Will the wind that blew her boat across the sea

Kindly send her sailing back to me?

T-t-tee

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

Ha, ha, ha

Hoo-woo-doo ooh-ooh

Bo bo

Buh-huh-buh wa-ooh-uh bo bo

Honey pie, honey pie