Honey (Jackson Whalan Remix) - Riley Cotton & Claire

HONEY BOP (Reeves - Durden - Axton) WANDA JACKSON (Capitol 3941, 1958) Well, once they had a dance they called the bunny-hop Now the cats are in a trance, all they wanna do is bop So bop, honey bop, well bop, a-honey bop Oh bop, honey bop, well don't stop, a-honey bop When the band begins to rock and it's rockin' to your blues If you think you blow your top Well, put on your rockin' shoes And bop, honey bop, well bop, a-honey bop Let's bop, honey bop, don't stop, a-honey bop When the night is up and gone, but you still wanna go Though you see light of dawn, baby tell the band to blow And bop, honey bop, well bop, a-honey bop Well bop, honey bop, don't stop, a-honey bop Well the waltz is for the square and the rhumba is too old Baby, we're just rockin' let it satisfy your soul So bop, honey bop, well bop, a-honey bop Oh bop, honey bop, well don't stop, a-honey bop Well, now you've heard the dance, they call the bunny-hop But the cats are in a trance, all they wanna do is bop So bop, honey bop, well bop, a-honey bop Well bop, honey bop, well don't stop, a-bop-bop-bop

Well, how come you say you will when you won't. Tell me you do baby when you don't. Let me know honey how you feel, tell me truth now is love real, oh ah ah no honey don't. Yeah honey don't, honey don't, honey don't, honey don't. Say you will when you won't ah ah honey don't Well, I love you baby and you ought to know. I like the way that you wear your clothes. Everythin' about you is a doggone sweet. You've got a way to knock me off of my feet, So ah ah no honey don't, well honey don't. Honey don't, no honey don't, honey don't. Say you will when you won't ah ah honey don't Now sometimes I love you on the Saturday night. But Sunday morning you don't look right. You've been out to paint the town ah ah baby been slippin' around. So ah ah no honey don't, well honey don't. Honey don't, honey don't, honey don't. Say you will when you won't ah ah honey don't.

Gold and silver Is the autumn Soft and tender Are the skies Yes and no Are the answers Written in My true love's eyes Autumn's leaving And winter's coming I think that I'll be moving along I've got to leave her And find another I've got to sing my heart's True song Round and round The burning circle All the seasons One, two and three Autumn comes And then the winter Spring is born And Wanders free Gold and silver Bounds my heart on All too soon They'd fade and die And then I'd know There'd be no others Milk and honey Where they lie