Ev-'ry hon-ey bee   fills with jeal-ous-y
when they see you out  with   me,
I don't blame them,  good - ness knows,____
Hon-ey  Suck-le  Rose.

When you're pass-in' by   flow-ers droop and sigh,
and I know the rea - son why,
You're much sweet-er, good-ness knows.___
Hon-ey  Suck-le  Rose.

Don't   buy   sug - ar,
you just _have to  touch my cup,__
You're   my    sug - ar,
it's sweet_ when you  stir  it   up.__

When I'm tak-in' sips  from your tas-ty lips,
seems the hon-ey fair-ly drips,
You're con-fec-tion, good-ness knows.___
Hon-ey  Suck-le  Rose.
 

Circa 1929
Words by Andy Razaf and Music by Thomas "FATS" Waller