The Beatles

(LennonMcCartney)

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, oh



Yeah

I like it like that, oh ah

I like this kind of hot kind of music

Hot kind of music

Play it to me, play it to me, honey, the blues



Will the wind that blew her boat

Across the sea

Kindly send her sailing back to me



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



Oooooooooooh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Honey pie, honey pie