Lyrics Honeymooners - City Boy

Honeymooners

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
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
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
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