Honeymoon tonight, croon croon tonight
Bed time comes
The sound of footsteps, mummy's here
Honeymoon croon tonight, sew my sock tonight
Must blot out this use my gun
Sew my socks tonight, tonight
She preys in dockland
Marylin's on
Hire out Sybil Vase for my bed
I'll be her good boy, I'll never fear
Turns out to be an old trick
All alone in the cathedral bar
The catch from the sidewalk is in a state
Say whose on the tiles tonight
I say, "Honeymoon"
She, the color of his money, color of his money
Lurking lipstick tickle fickle
She insists on tying down
The stranger arrives, the gun still warm
I say, "Whose on the tiles tonight?'
He asked to see her hidden side
From her senior service, senior service
Better fix her drink tonight
20 years to old used to form
After the soldier sailor curfew
Sew my sock tonight
I say, "Whose on the tiles tonight?"
Honeymoon tonight
Honeymoon croon tonight
Croon croon tonight
Marylin's fading fast better get straight
Certificate of X-tacy in my head
Send her by air mail, paravion
