The Honey - Poppy Jones's Garden Lyrics

Well well well dear Mrs Jones Poppy Jones
Mrs Jones
Why
You should be consorting with that lot!
Mrs Jones
No sir!
Well she lives 'round the corner

Oh no
Poppy Jones
Your garden's bigger than your MP's home
Light snow
Good to go
You're one smooth rider on a bumpy road
Light load
Bitch and moan
Push more product and you'll make more dough
Uh oh
Poppy Jones
I think that gardens gonna steal the show

Ah ah
Ah oh
Poppy
Jones

Uh oh
Poppy Jones
It's all 'bout how you gonna let 'em grow
In vogue
Don't ya know
It's not quite polite to put it up your nose
High tide
Comes and goes
You're sinking faster now it's past your toes
Uh oh
Everybody knows
That poppy jones garden overflows

Ah ah
Ah oh
Poppy
Jones

Big shot
Lock and load
I hope that nobody's gonna take that blow
Oh no
What's the dose?
I think she's worried that you'll get too close
Green eyes
Turn to Stone
Medusa's dressing up as Poppy Jones
Knock knock
Anybody home?
I think she turned ya 'to a garden gnome!
Oh no
Mrs Jones
I don't miss feeling like I'm missing bones
Stop hold
Stop the show
I think I saw her down in Mexico
Too slow
Rock and roll
Has one more minute 'til it steals your soul
Goodbye
Poppy Jones
That garden finally swallowed you whole

Ah ah
Ah oh
Poppy
Jones
Poppy
Jones
Poppy
Jones