City Boy Honeymooners Lyrics

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