Cityboy - Honeymooners lyrics

Mason-Slamer Honeymooners, she was a dying breed Honeymooners, I married a female lead Palm court crooners Here more to her taste But I was a three time loser with an ordinary face Honeymooners, should have heard my mother's tales When over dinner she insisted I eat snails Honeymooners, when I caught the waiter's eye Was then I noticed he was smiling at my wife CHORUS But oh my how we could love, I was hand And she was glove The marriage was born in heaven And we were in bed by seven But oh my how we could love I was hand and she was glove The marriage went into recession All through my pained expression Honeymooners, she was after making fours And the ski-instructor was caught between floors I saw him thank her as she offered him a hand I So how was he to know that she was into nylon pants CHORUS But oh my how we could love I was hand and she was glove The marriage was born in heaven And we were in bed by seven But oh my how we could love I was hand and she was glove The marriage went into recession All through my pained expression Honeymooners I guess it's time to pack my bags Goodbye Hawaii, au revoir to all that Hello mother, please forgive what I did But I'm off to find another wife who's into playing bridge CHORUS But oh my how we could love I was hand and she was glove She wanted a honeymooner But I was a "come to sooner But