Honeycomb, honeycomb
Well it's a darn good life
and it's kind of funny
How the Lord made the bee
and the bee made the honey
And the honeybee looking for a home
An d they called it a honeycomb
And they roamed the world
and they gathered all of the honeycomb
Into one sweet ball
And the honeycomb from
a million trips
Made my baby's lips so honeycomb
Oh won't you be my baby,
well the honeycomb be my home
Got a hank of hair and a piece of bone
He 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
Honeycomb
And the Lord said, now that I made a bee
I'm gonna look all around for a green,
green tree
And he made a little tree,
and I guess you heard
Well, he made a little bird
And they waited all round until
the end of spring
They're getting every note
that the birdies sing
And they put them all into
one sweet tone
For my honeycomb, oh honeycomb
Oh, won't you be my baby?
Well, the honeycomb be my own
Got a hank of hair and a piece of bone
And made a walking, talking honeycomb
Well, honeycomb, oh,
won't you be my baby?
Well, the honeycomb be my own
What a darn good life when you got a wife
like hon eycomb
Honeycomb
And the Lord said, now that I made a bird
I'm gonna look all around
for a little old word
That sounds about sweet
like a turtle dove
And I guess I'm gonna call it love
And he roamed the world,
looking everywhere
We're getting love from here,
love from there
And he can put it all in a little old part
Of my baby's heart
Oh, honeycomb, won't you be my baby
Well, honeycomb, be my own
Got a hank o' hair and a piece o' bone
They 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 honeycomb