Honey, is that you?Honey, is that you?Honey, where are you?Seems like every time I see you, darlingYou got something else to doOh, yeahOh, yeahDown, down, searching forLooking all around, soGetting in a yellow cabIn the townGot a load of taxiPaid off everybody's staffWith a twenty dollar billSo I'll get you a dollar cabHoney, is that you?Honey, where are you?Seems like every time I see you, darlingYou got something else to doYou got something else to doShe moves around like a wayward summer breezeGoes back, goes on, goes onCan't you pull me, please?Moving through the trafficLike a mounted cabineerLeaning out my taxi windowJust trying to make a hitWell, babyOh, honey, is that you?Oh, babyHoney, where are you?Seems like every time I see you, darlingYou got something else to doOh, yeah