I'm Eighty-nine

 


I'm Eighty-nine

(Honey Pie)

 

She was a beautiful wife

South of Sydney  way

Now she's left me for a younger kind

In the U.S.A.

And if she could only hear me

This is what I'd say

 

I’m eighty-nine and you’re making me crazy

Now I find my mind is hazy

So won't you please come home

 

I’m eighty-nine and my position is tragic

Come and show me the magic

Come back where you belong

 

You became a legend in my lunchtime

And now the thought of meeting you

Makes me weak in the knee

 

I’m eighty-nine and you’re driving me frantic

I want to be romantic

Right here where you belong

 

Will the wind that blew her boat

Across the sea

Kindly send her sailing back to me

 

I’m eighty-nine and you’re making me crazy

Now I find my mind is hazy

So won't you please come home


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