Honeycomb - Rick Nelson
Well it＇s darn good life
And it＇s kinda funny
How the bee was made
And the bee made the honey
And the honeybee looking
For home they called honeycomb
They combed the world
And they gathered all
Of the honeycomb into one sweet ball
And a honeycomb from a million trips
Made my baby's lips
Oh honeycomb won't you be my baby
Well honeycomb be my own
Just a hanka hair and a piece of bone
And made a walking talking honeycomb
Well honeycomb won't you be my baby
Well Honeycomb be my own
What a darn good life
When you got a wife
Like a honeycomb
Now have you heard
Tell how he made a bee
Then he tried a hand at a green
Green tree
So the green was made
I guess you heard up in
Well he made a little bird
Then they waited all around
Till the end of spring
Gettin＇ every note that the birdie sing
And he wrote it up in one sweet tone
For my honeycomb
Oh honeycomb won't you be my baby
Honeycomb be my own
Just a hanka hair and a piece of bone
And made a walkin'
Talkin' honeycomb
Well honeycomb
Won't you be my baby
Well honeycomb
Be my own
What a darn good life
When you got a wife
Like a honeycomb
In a little while when he made that girl
They looked around for a little word
Sounds as sweet as turtle dove
So they called it love
And when he went around
Looking everywhere
Gettin love from here love from there
And he started up in a little ole part
For my honey's heart
Oh honeycomb won't you be my baby
Well Honeycomb be my own
Just a hanka hair and a piece of bone
And made a walkin'
Talkin' honeycomb
Well honeycomb
Won't you be my baby
Well honeycomb
Be my own
What a darn good life
When you got a wife
Like a honeycomb
Honeycomb
Honeycomb