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Honey Do
By: Jimmy Buffett, Michael Utley
1983
For Hoagy Carmichael
You never try to keep the wild ones home
But mister don't just sit there and wait
Go out on the town makin' all of the rounds
It don't matter if you're your own date

(Aah, aah, ah, ah ah ah)
(Aah, aah, ah, ah ah ah)
Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach 'til my body got fried
Dreamin' of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina
I can't pronounce my r's or g's when I'm speakin' Southernese
Honey do, honey come and do me again

I've seen your fat cat style
Three hundred pounds of jive ass smile
Young girls gigglin' all the while
That's not my cup of chowder

I go for candlelight
Cold champagne nearly every night
Honey do, a little toast for me and you

Honey (honey) why couldn't you have taken the non-stop train
I'm hungry (hungry) and I really want to see you again

I know it's gettin' late
Waiter keeps starin' at your empty plate
Maitre'd keeps tellin' me
"Uh Sir, she's just not coming"

Now what the hell does garcon know
We've been through all this befo'
Honey do, honey come and do me again

-- Spoken: "Alright Blues Torpedoes"

(sax solo)

Honey (honey) why couldn't you have taken the non-stop train
I'm hungry (hungry) and I really want to see you again

Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach 'til my body got fried
Dreamin' of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina
I can't pronounce my r's or g's when I'm speakin' Southernese
Honey do, honey come and do me again (one more time)
Yeah honey do, honey come and do me again
Oh oh oh oh
Honey do, honey come and do me again

- Notes:
Drums: Matt Betton
Upright Bass: David Jackson
Saxophones: Matt Betton and The Blues Torpedoes
Background Vocals: Rita Coolidge, David Lasley, Arnold McCuller
Honey Do    By: Jimmy Buffett, Michael Utley    1983    For Hoagy Carmichael    You never try to keep the wild ones home    But mister don't just sit there and wait    Go out on the town makin' all of the rounds    It don't matter if you're your own date       (Aah, aah, ah, ah ah ah)    (Aah, aah, ah, ah ah ah)    Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach 'til my body got fried    Dreamin' of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina    I can't pronounce my r's or g's when I'm speakin' Southernese    Honey do, honey come and do me again       I've seen your fat cat style    Three hundred pounds of jive ass smile    Young girls gigglin' all the while    That's not my cup of chowder       I go for candlelight    Cold champagne nearly every night    Honey do, a little toast for me and you       Honey (honey) why couldn't you have taken the non-stop train    I'm hungry (hungry) and I really want to see you again       I know it's gettin' late    Waiter keeps starin' at your empty plate    Maitre'd keeps tellin' me    "Uh Sir, she's just not coming"       Now what the hell does garcon know    We've been through all this befo'    Honey do, honey come and do me again       -- Spoken: "Alright Blues Torpedoes"       (sax solo)       Honey (honey) why couldn't you have taken the non-stop train    I'm hungry (hungry) and I really want to see you again       Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach 'til my body got fried    Dreamin' of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina    I can't pronounce my r's or g's when I'm speakin' Southernese    Honey do, honey come and do me again (one more time)    Yeah honey do, honey come and do me again    Oh oh oh oh    Honey do, honey come and do me again       - Notes:    Drums: Matt Betton    Upright Bass: David Jackson    Saxophones: Matt Betton and The Blues Torpedoes    Background Vocals: Rita Coolidge, David Lasley, Arnold McCuller