We were shoveling sunshine, the hard times were the good times
In the back of a good times van, wedding ring fresh on your hand
I guess you were a little shy, when you gave me some nipple pie
You reached over and grabbed my wood, don't you know that it felt so good.
With you is where I belong, that's why I sing this honeymoon song...
Well I spilled my red wine, just below your borderline
Finally got your bra undone. My Johnson was on the run
Your head was a keeping time; you were blowing more than my mind
I was slapping' on your behind, parked in the bush doing' sixty-nine
Honey with you I can do no wrong. That's why I sing this honeymoon song
Your nails were digging in. Your teeth were biting' skin
Then you pulled out a big black whip
Took me on a love slave trip
I screaming' for my life
Whatever happened to my wife? Said to call you Madam X
Well this ain't no country boy s**!
You beat me black n' blue for so long
Guess it's my fate, this honeymoon song
You locked the doors on the Chevy van
Slapped the cuffs on my hands
I couldn't even try to shout
You strapped a red ball in my mouth
I was thinking' bout the wedding vows
How that's a bad idea now
I was thinking till death do us part
Buddy that's a bad place to start
Oh where has my sunshine gone?
It's too late, it's my honeymoon song
