Honeycomb, HoneycombAnd a piece of boneThey made a walkin', talkin'Honeycomb, well, HoneycombWon't you be my baby?Well, Honeycomb, be my ownWhat a darn good lifeWhen you got a wife like HoneycombHoneycombAnd the Lord said, now that I'm made of beeI'm gonna look all around for a green, green treeAnd he made a little treeAnd I guess you heardWhat then?Well, he made a little birdAnd he waited all aroundTill the end of springAgain, every note that the birdies singAnd they put them all into one sweet toneFor my Honeycomb, oh, HoneycombWon't you be my baby?Well, Honeycomb, be my ownGot a hank of hair and a piece of boneThey made a walkin', talkin'Honeycomb, well, HoneycombWon't you be my baby?Well, Honeycomb, be my ownWhat a darn good lifeWhen you got a wife like HoneycombHoneycombAnd the Lord said, now that I'm made of birdI'm gonna look all around for a green, green treeI'm gonna look all around for a little old wordThat sounds about sweet like a turtle doveAnd I guess I'm gonna call it loveAnd he waited all around till the end of springAgain, every note that the birdies singAnd they put them all into one sweet toneFor my Honeycomb, oh, HoneycombWon't you be my baby?Well, Honeycomb, be my ownGot a hank of hair and a piece of boneThey made a walkin', talkin' HoneycombWell, Honeycomb, won't you be my baby?Well, Honeycomb, be my ownWhat a darn good lifeWhen you got a wife like HoneycombHoneycomb