HONEY BEAR

 

You who look to the sky

Look up there with your one good eye

This is for, this is for you

 

You who stand by the roadside

Mourning that flat old toad

This is for, this is for you, honey bear

 

You who rub your weary bones

While the tyrants climb their thrones

This is for, this is for you, honey bear

 

There you lie, cannot sleep

Cannot laugh and cannot weep

This is for, this is for you, honey bear

 

And as you sit and watch the world’s decay

A silent thought appears: Not to obey

 

Then you go, another round

With the other tired old greyhounds

This is for, this is for you, honey bear

 

Time is like a drunken clown

Haunting you and your old hometown

This is for, this is for you, honey bear.

 

- - -

 

<< Back to With The Beetles lyrics