The Beatles - Honey Pie lyrics

She was a working girl North of England way (Now, she's hit the big time) In the U.S.A. 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 Oo Yeah I like it like that (oo, ah) 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 sea Kindly send her sailing back to me? t-t-tee Now, 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, ha, ha Hoo-woo-doo ooh-ooh Bo bo Buh-huh-buh wa-ooh-uh bo bo Honey pie, honey pie