Honey Pie

By John T. Marck

Paul grew up listening to songs that sounded like this that his father, James used to play. In a tribute to his father, Paul wrote this saying that he always liked this type of song. Like "Helter Skelter and Piggies," Mansion believed this song was also written for him. He construed the line "magic of your Hollywood song," to be directed to him because he lived in Los Angeles. Gee, that's really clear to me!

She was a working girl, north of England way,

now she's in the big time, in the USA

and if she could only hear me, this is what I'd say

honey pie, you are making me crazy, I'm in love, but I'm lazy, so won't you please home

oh, honey Pie, my position is tragic, come and show me the magic of your Hollywood song

you became a legend of the silver screen, and now the though of meeting you, makes me weak in the knee

oh, honey pie, you are driving me frantic, sail across the Atlantic To be where you belong,

honey pie, come back to me

Will the wind that blew her boat across the sea kindly send her sailing back to me

T. T. Tee, now honey pie, you are making me crazy, I'm in love but I'm lazy

so won't you please come home, honey pie, come back to me

come, come back to me, honey pie,

ha, ha, ha, honey pie,

honey pie

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