(Honey Pie)
She was a beautiful wife
South of Sydney way
Now she's left me for a younger kind
In the U.S.A.
And if she could only hear me
This is what I'd say
I’m eighty-nine and you’re making me crazy
Now I find my mind is hazy
So won't you please come home
I’m eighty-nine and my position is tragic
Come and show me the magic
Come back where you belong
You became a legend in my lunchtime
And now the thought of meeting you
Makes me weak in the knee
I’m eighty-nine and you’re driving me frantic
I want to be romantic
Right here where you belong
Will the wind that blew her boat
Across the sea
Kindly send her sailing back to me
I’m eighty-nine and you’re making me crazy
Now I find my mind is hazy
So won't you please come home