Song lyrics: The Bees by Max Creek
The Bees are on the town it’s like a carpet on the ground
They’re making honey, they’re making money
A million little wings, the wind beneath them sings
They’re sipping nectar. Sweet, sweet nectar
Tiny little bods in family nesting pods
They’ve got a nice house, but it’s a tight house
Pollen powder covered coat, each worker gets a vote
They’re making honey, they’re making money
At night they snuggle with the queen
I’m telling you it’s a scene
People say they’re mean
But they’re really not
So many pretty things
Depend upon those little wings
I can take a few stings from
The angry in their lot
People love his knees but he just says
Bitch Please!
I’m making honey, I’m making money!
If you’ve ever loved a flower then you know their power
Sipping nectar, sweet sweet nectar
If it wasn’t for their wax, I couldn’t lay these tracks
They’re making honey, I’m making money
The bees are on the town it’s like a carpet on the ground
They’re making honey, they’re making money
At night they snuggle with the queen
I’m telling you it’s a scene
People say they’re mean
But they’re really not
So many pretty things
Depend upon those little wings
I can take a few stings from
The angry in their lot
They’re making honey, they’re making money
They’re making honey, they’re making money
They’re making honey, they’re making money
They’re making honey, they’re making money