HONEY PIE
(Lennon-McCartney)
1968


One of Paul's periodic regressions to the old time music his father used to 
play.  George plays bass and John executes one of his rare guitar solos.



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 know 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



Yeah, I like that like that ooh, 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 see
Kindly send her sailing back to me



Oh 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



Ooh ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho honey pie honey pie