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City Boy - Honeymooners lyrics
Honeymooners, she was a dying breed Honeymooners, I married a female lead. Palm court crooners Here more to her taste, But I was a three time loser with an ordinary face. Honeymooners, should have heard my mother's tales When over dinner she insisted I eat snails Honeymooners, when I caught the waiter's eye Was then I noticed he was smiling at my wife. CHORUS But oh my how we could love, I was hand and she was glove The marriage was born in heaven and we were in bed by seven But oh my how we could love, I was hand and she was glove The marriage went into recession, all through my pained expression Honeymooners, she was after making fours And the ski-instructor was caught between floors I saw him thank her as she offered him a hand I So how was he to know that she was into nylon pants. CHORUS But oh my how we could love, I was hand and she was glove The marriage was born in heaven and we were in bed by seven. But oh my how we could love, I was hand and she was glove. The marriage went into recession, All through my pained expression. Honeymooners I guess it's time to pack my bags, Goodbye Hawaii, au revoir to all that, Hello mother, please forgive what I did But I'm off to find another wife who's into playing bridge. CHORUS But oh my how we could love, I was hand and she was glove, She wanted a honeymooner, but I was a "come to sooner''. But |
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