Chorus: A hundred and one pounds of fun,
That’s my little honey bun.
Get a load of honey bun tonight.
I’m speaking of my sweetie pie,
Only sixty inches high.
Every inch is packed with dynamite.
Her hair is blond and curly.
Her curls are hurly burly.
Her lips are pips.
I call her hips whirly and twirly.
She’s my baby. I’m her pap.
I’m her booby. She’s my trap.
I am caught and I don’t wanna run,
Cause I’m having so much fun with honey bun.
Believe me sonny.
She’s a cookie who can cook you till you’re done.
Ain’t bein’ funny.
Sonny, put your money on my honey bun.