text: She was a working girl
  North of England way
  Now shes hit the big time
  In the USA
  And if she could only hear me
  This is what Id say
  Honey pie you are making me crazy
  Im in love but Im lazy
  So wont 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 knee
  Oh honey pie you are driving me frantic
  Sail across the Atlantic
  To be where you belong
  Honey pie come back to me, oh
  Yeah
  I like it like that, oh ah
  I like this kind of 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?
  Honey pie you are making me crazy
  Im in love but Im lazy
  So wont you please come home
  Oooooooooooh oh
  Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
  Honey pie, honey pie