Honeymoon Croon

Honeymoon croon tonight
Sew my sock tonight
I say who’s on the tiles tonight
Lurking lipstick tickle fickle
Marilyn’s on
Send her by air mail, par avion
Certificate ecstasy in my head
Hire out Sybil Vane for my bed
Croon croon tonight
Honeymoon tonight
Sew my sock tonight, tonight

The stranger arrives, the gun still warm
20 years to old used to form
Turns out to be an old trick from her
Senior service, senior service

She insists on tying down after the
Soldier sailor curfew
All alone in the cathedral bar
She preys in dockland
He asks to see her hidden side
She, the color of his money
Color of his money

Honeymoon croon tonight
Sew my sock tonight
I say who’s on the tiles tonight
I say honeymoon

Marilyn fading fast better get straight
The catch from the sidewalk’s in a state
The sound of footsteps, mummy’s here
I’ll be a good boy I’ll never fear
Better fix her drink tonight bed time’s come
Must blot out this urge to use my gun

Honeymoon tonight
Croon croon tonight

Honeymoon croon tonight
Sew my sock tonight
I say who’s on the tiles tonight
I say honeymoon
Honeymoon
Honeymoon tonight

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