Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Honeysuckle Highway, artist - Ian Dury. Album song Mr Love Pants, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 28.06.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BMG Rights Management (UK), Templemill
Song language: English
Honeysuckle Highway |
Exploring every avenue of love on the honeysuckle highway |
Eschewing every vestige of regret we gaily slip along |
Displaying all the evidence of mirth on the daffodyllic byway |
And needing no excuse to have a laugh 'cos we’re doing nothing wrong |
You want magic? |
I’ll provide it |
You want daydream? |
You’re inside it |
You want mystery? |
It will find you |
You’ve got moonbeam right behind you |
Cruising down carnality canal in my canoe can I canoodle? |
Rounding every bending that we’re wending in a loopy disarray |
Evincing all the properties of rapture with a sybaritic splendour |
And shedding every nagging little footle that is getting in the way |
You want magic? |
I can do it |
You want lovelight? |
Nothing to it |
You want everything to be groovy? |
You got me now, let’s get moving |
Come with me where the air is free |
And spirits can in harmony unite |
Swim with me in the rainbow sea |
We’re strangers to catastrophe tonight |
Where all the clocks tell different times |
And no one finds the time to be uptight |
Where sweet suggestions grow on trees |
And love explodes as well indeed it might |
Exploring every avenue of love on the honeysuckle highway |
And needing no excuse to have a laugh 'cos we’re doing nothing wrong |
You want magic? |
Well, you’ve got it |
You want licence? |
I forgot it |
You want romance? |
Let’s get busy |
I’ve got magic to make you dizzy |
Come with me to the special place |
The first thing you get on your face, a smile |
As secrets flourish in their space |
So love will cherish every grace and style |
When pressure’s on another case |
We get along without a trace of bile |
Though memories we’ll ne’er erase |
Our happiness can run apace meanwhile |
You wore a bandana, I wore navy blue |
We met in Havana at quarter past two |
Across the Savannah and down to the beach |
You munched a banana, I nibbled a peach |
You played a small solo, I muffled a drum |
You offered a polo, I stuck with my gum |
I danced a light polka, you threw a few hoops |
I was Oscar Homolka, you were Marjorie Proops |