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    these lyrics are submitted by burkul