1. Honeymoon croon tonight,
　Sew my socks tonight,
　I say: „Whose on the tiles tonight?“
　Lurking lipstick tickle fickle.

　Marilyn's on,
　Send her by air mail, par avion
　Certificate X-tacy in my head,
　Hire out Sybil Vane for my bed.

　Croon-croon tonight,
　Honeymoon tonight,
　Sew my socks tonight-tonight.

2. The stranger arrives, the gun still warm,
　Twenty years to old, used to form,
　Turns out to be old trick,
　From her senior service, senior service.

　She insists on tying down,
　After the soldier sailor curfew,
　All alone in the cathedral bar
　She preys in dockland!

　He asked to see her hidden side,
　She – the colour of his money,
　Colour of his money!

 [bad word] 
Honeymoon croon tonight,
Sew my socks tonight!
I say: „Whose on the tiles tonight?“
I say: „Honeymoon!“

3. Marilyn's fading fast better, get straight,
　The catch from the sidewalk is in a state,
　The sound of footsteps – mummy's here,
　I'll be her good boy, I'll never fear.

　Better fix her drink tonight,
　Bed [bad word] 
　Must blot out this to use my gun,
　Honeymoon tonight, croon-croon tonight!

 [bad word] 
Honeymoon croon tonight,
Sew my socks tonight! (Sew my socks.)
I say: „Whose on the tiles tonight?“
I say: „Honeymoon! Honeymoon! Honeymoon tonight.“