{commedia}mp3/beatles-the/honey-pie.mp3{/commedia}
Dm G       C9   
She was a working girl,
Bm                      F
North of England way.
Dm  G7                 C9
Now she’s hit the big time
Bm              F
In the U.S.A.
G7
And if she could only hear me,
C7
This is what I’d say.

F                                             Db7
Honey pie you are making me crazy,
D7                         G7 
I’m in love but I’m lazy,
C7                                    F         Db  B  C7
So won’t you please come home.

Oh honey pie my position is tragic
Come and show me the magic
C7                         F
of your Hollywood song.

Dm                  Dm6             F7
You became a legend of the silver screen,
       Cm7 F7  B       
And now the thought of meeting you
D7                               Gm
Makes me weak in the knees.

C7                F                                            Db7
T-T-tee. Oh honey pie you are driving me frantic,
D7
Sail across the Atlantic
                               F
To be where you belong.

           Db7         C7         F
Honey pie, come back to me.

                  Db7
I like it like that,
C7   F                                             Db7
Oohh, I like this kinda, hot kind of music.
D7                         G7
Hot kind of music, play it to me,
C7                                 F
Play it to me Hollywood blues.

Will the wind that blew her boat
Across the sea
Kindly send her sailing back to me.

F                                          Db7
Home, come, Come back to me,
           C7       F                         Db7
Honey pie, ha ha, oo, ah, oo, oo, ah,
D7       G7  C7
Oo, oo, ah      
           G7 Gm7  F
Honey Pie come back.

 


Lyrics:

 

She was a working girl,
North of England way.
Now she’s hit the big time
In 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 tragic
Come and show me the magic
of your Hollywood song.

You became a legend of the silver screen,   
And now the thought of meeting you
Makes me weak in the knees.

T-T-tee. Oh honey pie you are driving me frantic,
Sail across the Atlantic
To 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 sea
Kindly 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.

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