Lyrics：Paul Mccartney Music：Paul Mccartney Artist：Paul Mccartney
She was a working girl North of England way,
Now she's in 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.
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 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 Oo
I like it like that Ooh ah.
I like this kind of hot kinds of music,
Hot kind of music, play it to me,
Play it to me, I got the blues.
Will the wind that blew her boat across the sea
Kindly send her sailing back to me.
T-t-tee Now
Honey Pie, you're making me crazy,
I'm in love but I'm lazy,
So won't you please come home.
Come come back to me, Honey Pie
Ha - ha - ha Oo Ah Oo-oo Ah
Honey Pie, come back.