Honey's Lovin' Arms

We'll have a blue room

A new room, for two room

Where every day's a holiday

Because you're married to me

Not like a ballroom

A small room, a hall room

Where I can smoke my pipe away

With your head upon my knee

You sew your trousseau

And Robinson Crusoe

Is not so far from worldly cares

As our blue room far away upstairs