City Boy

Honeymooners

City Boy


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