It's a darn good life and
it's kind of funny
how the Lord made the bee
and the bee made the honey
and the honey bee looking for a home
And he called it a honeycomb
and he roamed the world
and he gathered all of the honeycomb
into one sweet ball
And the honeycomb from a million trips
made my baby's lips so honeycomb
Won't you be my baby?
Well honeycomb be my own
Got a hank of hair and a piece of bone
I made a walkin' talkin' honeycomb
Oh honeycomb, won't you be my baby
Oh 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
Up then well he made a little bird
and he waited around till
the end of spring
getting every note that the birdies sling
and he put them all into one sweet tone
For my honeycomb, oh honeycomb,
won't you be my baby,
well honeycomb be my own
Got a hank of hair and a piece of bone,
I made a walkin' talkin' honeycomb
Well, honeycomb,
won't you be my baby?
Oh, 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 bird,
I'm going to look all around
for a little old word
that sounds about
sweet like turtle dove.
And I guess I'm going to call it love.
And he roamed the world,
looking everywhere,
taking love from here, love from there.
ready put it all in a little old
part of my baby's heart
oh honeycomb
won't you be my baby
well honeycomb be my own
got a hank of hair and a piece of bone
i made a walking talking honeycomb
oh honeycomb
won't you be my baby
honeycomb be my own
what a darn good life
when you got a wife like Honeycomb,