Honeymooners

	作曲 : Mason, Slamer
	Mason-Slamer
	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.
	CHORUS
	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.
	CHORUS
	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.
	CHORUS
	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

	zuò qǔ : Mason, Slamer
	MasonSlamer
	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.
	CHORUS
	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 skiinstructor 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.
	CHORUS
	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.
	CHORUS
	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