| Honey do this
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| Honey do that
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| Work all day in the Honey Do Patch
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| Woman oh woman
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| What’s a-wrong with you
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| I can’t get away from the Honey Do
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| Well way back in history
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| About a half million years
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| Back in the cradle of civilized fear
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| Saturday morning the cave man’s wife
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| First spoke the words to make a grown man cry
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| Honey do this
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| Honey do that
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| Work all day in the Honey Do Patch
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| Woman oh woman
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| What’s a-wrong with you
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| I can’t get away from the Honey Do
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| Well the weekend’s here
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| And it’s time to relax
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| Kick up my feet in the shade out back
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| But I must-a been thinking
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| About some other guy
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| 'cause here comes The Warden
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| With a look in her eye
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| Honey do this
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| Honey do that
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| Work all day in the Honey Do Patch
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| Woman oh woman
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| What’s a-wrong with you
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| I can’t get away from the Honey Do
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| Well I dreamed I died
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| And went up to heaven
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| No more weedin', mashin' and shovelin'
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| I’m standing in line at the old Pearly Gates
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| Up steps the woman
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| And hands me a rake
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| Honey do this
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| Honey do that
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| Work all day in the Honey Do Patch
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| Woman oh woman
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| What’s a-wrong with you
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| I can’t get away from the Honey Do
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| What’s that?
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| Yes dear
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| Alright honey |