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 sex!

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