text: She was a working girl North of England way
  Now shes hit the big time in the U.S.A.​
  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
  Ooh, 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?
  Tee, tee, tee
  Now Honey Pie you are making me crazy
  Im in love but Im lazy
  So wont you please come home
  Come, come back to me, Honey Pie
  Ooh, oh
  Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
  Honey Pie, Honey Pie