Song Lyric Sunday this week is all about the sweet stuff – sugar, candy, chocolate and so on.
If it could ever be said that there are deep cuts from albums by The Beatles, this little confection from The White Album could qualify. Produced in homage to the ‘flapper’ style of the twenties and thirties, it’s officially attributed to Lennon and McCartney, but could you honestly believe that John had anything whatsoever to do with it?
She was a working girl
North of England way
Now she’s hit the big time
In the USA
And if she could only hear me
This is what I’d say
Honey pie you are making me crazy
I’m in love but I’m lazy
So won’t you please come home
Oh honey pie my position is tragic
Come and show me the magic
Of your Hollywood song
You became a legend of the silver screen
And now the thought of meeting you
Makes me weak in the knee
Oh honey pie you are driving me frantic
Sail across the Atlantic
To be where you belong
Honey pie come back to me, oh
Yeah
I like it like that, oh ah
I like this kind of hot kind of music
Hot kind of music
Play it to me, play it to me, honey, the blues
Will the wind that blew her boat
Across the sea
Kindly send her sailing back to me
Honey pie you are making me crazy
I’m in love but I’m lazy
So won’t you please come home
Come, come back to me, honey pie
Oooooooooooh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Honey pie, honey pie
Written by Paul McCartney
the only deadhead in the hameau 
This was Paul’s kind of music, and it is a wonderful song.