{commedia}mp3/beatles-the/honey-pie.mp3{/commedia}Dm G       C9   She was a working girl,Bm                      FNorth of England way.Dm  G7                 C9Now she's hit the big timeBm              FIn the U.S.A.G7And if she could only hear me,C7This is what I'd say. F                                             Db7Honey pie you are making me crazy,D7                         G7 I'm in love but I'm lazy,C7                                    F         Db  B  C7So won't you please come home. Oh honey pie my position is tragicCome and show me the magicC7                         Fof your Hollywood song. Dm                  Dm6             F7You became a legend of the silver screen,       Cm7 F7  B       And now the thought of meeting youD7                               GmMakes me weak in the knees. C7                F                                            Db7T-T-tee. Oh honey pie you are driving me frantic,D7Sail across the Atlantic                               FTo be where you belong.            Db7         C7         FHoney pie, come back to me.                   Db7I like it like that,C7   F                                             Db7Oohh, I like this kinda, hot kind of music.D7                         G7Hot kind of music, play it to me, C7                                 FPlay it to me Hollywood blues. Will the wind that blew her boat Across the seaKindly send her sailing back to me. F                                          Db7Home, come, Come back to me,            C7       F                         Db7Honey pie, ha ha, oo, ah, oo, oo, ah,D7       G7  C7Oo, oo, ah                 G7 Gm7  FHoney Pie come back.   Lyrics:   She was a working girl,North of England way.Now she's hit the big timeIn the U.S.A.And if she could only hear me,This is what I'd say. Honey pie you are making me crazy,I'm in love but I'm lazy,So won't you please come home. Oh honey pie my position is tragicCome and show me the magicof your Hollywood song. You became a legend of the silver screen,    And now the thought of meeting youMakes me weak in the knees. T-T-tee. Oh honey pie you are driving me frantic,Sail across the AtlanticTo be where you belong. Honey pie, come back to me. I like it like that,Oohh, I like this kinda, hot kind of music.Hot kind of music, play it to me, Play it to me Hollywood blues. Will the wind that blew her boat Across the seaKindly send her sailing back to me. Home, come, Come back to me, Honey pie, ha ha, oo, ah, oo, oo, ah,Oo, oo, ah      Honey Pie come back.