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