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Well it's darn good life and it's kinda funny |
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How the bee was made and the bee made the honey |
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And the honeybee looking for home they called honeycomb |
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And they combed the world and they gathered all |
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Of the honeycomb into one sweet ball |
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And a 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 |
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Just a hanka hair and a piece of bone and made a walking talking honeycomb |
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Well honeycomb won't you be my baby honeycomb be my own |
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What a darn good life when you got a wife like a honeycomb |
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Now have you heard tell how he made a bee |
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Then he tried a hand at a green green tree |
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So the green was made |
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I guess you heard up in well he made a little bird |
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Then they waited all around till the end of spring |
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Gettin' every note that the birdie sing |
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And he wrote it up in one sweet tone for my honeycomb |
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Oh honeycomb won't you be my baby... |
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In a little while when he made that girl they looked around for a little word |
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Sounds as sweet as turtle dove so they called it love |
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And when he went around looking everywhere |
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Gettin' love from here love from there |
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And he started up in a little ole part for my honey's heart |
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Oh honeycomb won't you be my baby... |
