(Honeycomb) 
(Honeycomb) 

Well it's a darn good life 
And it's kinda funny 
How the Lord made the bee 
And the bee made the honey 
And the honeybee lookin' for a home 
And they called it honeycomb 
And they roamed the world and they gathered all 
Of the honeycomb into one sweet ball 
And the 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 
 Got a hank o' hair and a piece o' bone 
 And made a walkin' talkin' Honeycomb 
 Well, Honeycomb, won't you be my baby 
 Well, Honeycomb, be my own 
 What a darn good life 
 When you got a wife like Honeycomb 

 (Honeycomb) 

And the Lord said now that I made a bee 
I'm gonna look all around for a green, green tree 
And He made a little tree and I guess you heard 
Oh, then well he made a little bird 
And they waited all around till the end of Spring 
Gettin' every note that the birdie'd sing 
And they put 'em all into one sweet tome 
For my Honeycomb 

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And the Lord says now that I made a bird 
I'm gonna look all round for a little ol' word 
That sounds about sweet like "turtledove" 
And I guess I'm gonna call it "love" 
And He roamed the world lookin' everywhere 
Gettin' love from here, love from there 
And He put it all in a little ol' part 
Of my baby's heart 

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