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