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