Honey when I cross that ol' border line My Chevrolet be runnin' fine I'll have a six pack and a fifth of sour mash And I will see you one more time And I will see Honey when I put my Panama hat We'll go to the bar, yea you know where it's at We gonna sit right down in the corner by the fan Honey you'll be talkin' to your man Honey you'll be talkin' Honey when I put my sunglasses on And I trim my goatee Yeah I already told ya I'll bring a reefer and a bottle of beer Honey you'll be runnin' round with me Honey you'll be runnin' I can't wait til I reach your gate Dresses that you wear so fine Your pretty ankles wrapped in sandal straps Your slender hips on the move Your slender hips on the move Honey when I put my Hawaiian shirt The one with the parrots and the blue canoes on it The bartender already knows that we'll have two gin sloes And he knows we whistle in the wind Yes we gonna whistle