Honey Bun

My doll is as dainty as a sparrow,
Her figure is somethin' to applaud.
Where she's narrow she's as narrow an arrow,
And she's broad where a broad should be broad.

A hundred and one pounds of fun,
That's my little honey bun!
Get a load of honey bun tonight.

I'm speakin' of my Sweetie Pie,
Only sixty inches high,
Ev'ry inch is packed with dynamite!

Her hair is blonde and curly,
Her curls are hurly-burly.
Her lips are pips!
I call her hips 'Twirly' and 'Whirly.'

She's my baby, I'm her pap!
I'm her booby, she's my trap!
I am caught and I don't wanna run,
'Cause I'm havin' so much fun with honey bun!

A hundred and one pounds of fun (ba-do ba-do)
That's my little honey bun! (wah-wah, wah-wah)
Get a load of honey bun tonight.
(Go get a load of honey-bunny tonight, yeah!)

I'm speakin' of my Sweetie Pie (do-ah-ka-do do-ah-ka)
Only sixty inches high (wah-wah, wah-wah, wah-wah)
Ev'ry inch is packed with dynamite!
(Light a fuse, zap, pow, ka-boom!)

Her hair is blonde and curly (plunk, plunk, plunk, plunk)
Her curls are hurly-burly (plunka-tee, plunka-tee, plunk)
Her lips are pips! (ba-da)
I call her hips (ba-da)
'Twirly' and 'Whirly.'

ba-do ba-do bop ba-do ba-day
ba-do ba-do bop zop zoo zay
wah-do, wah-do
wah-do, whadda you say?
ba-do ba-do bop ba-do ba-day
Love that honey bun

(Imitates trumpet)
(Imitates banjo)

doom doom doom ba doom doom doom
doom doom doom (Hit it!)

(Imitates orchestra)

He is caught and he don't wanna run,
'Cause he's havin' so much fun with honey bun!
(Believe me sonny!)
She a cookie who can cook him 'til he's done,
(Ain't bein' funny!)
Sonny, put your money on my honey bun!
(Put your money, put your money on honey bun!)



Credits
Writer(s): Oscar Hammerstein Ii, Richard Rodgers
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