I had a honeydew woman, whose name I cannot say
She packed up her suitcase, and took that stuff away.
That's alright darlin', I'll see you when I get back home
She's gone away to London
She's gone away to France
She's gotta lock and a chain
On her silken underpants
But that's alright darlin', I'll see you when I get back home
She's got the psychic channel, turned on in her brain
And if I'm unfaithful you know that phoneline's gonna ring
And if it rings, you know, she won't be comin' back here
She's gonna fly like the eagle; Fly like the dove
Fly away-hey, from our sweet sweet love
That's alright darlin', I'll see you when I get back home