Lyrics Queen Bee - Rupert Holmes

Queen Bee

Great Land o’Goshen, there’s a lot of locomotion
In the middle of a big bee hive
You can do the blamin' on the pistil and the stamen
But you know it’s just the jungle jive
See who that was, did you get a little buzz
Did the woman really make you hot?
She got the sting, see her shakin' that thing
Though your mind is on another spot
Sweet lips of honey gonna ask you for your money
Got her every little stroke rehearsed
You may be a stud but she’s suckin' your blood
And the lady has a heavy thirst
She’s a Queen Bee, baby
Pray that you may be left on your own
Nothing she’ll give you, gonna outlive you
But the Queen Bee’s never gonna be alone
The black, black widow is sittin' in the middle
Of the web, it’s the fly she seeks
You may be her lover but you never will recover
'Cause she ain’t had a bite for weeks
You think you’re the same, 'cause you got the same name
But the widow has a mobile home
Remember what I told you: she got eight arms to hold you
And she’s never gonna let you roam
She’ll tuck you into bed and truck on your head
Then she’ll wrap you as a midnight snack
So if you see a spider, don’t you sidle up beside her
Why’d you think the widow’s wearing black?
(Jack)
She’s like the Queen Bee, baby
Pray that you may be left on your own
Nothing she’ll give you, gonna outlive you
But the Queen Bee’s never gonna be alone
Long before Atlantis, there has been a praying mantis
And you know why he’s on his knees?
He may have religion, but he’s just a sitting pigeon
If a woman even starts to tease
He won’t even quibble if she has a little nibble
On his neck, what a way to go!
Well, now you done and torn it
You been messin' with a hornet
She’s a blue-blooded wasp, you know
And just as you do it, she’ll inject you with a fluid
That you ain’t even got but none
You’re meat on the plate, not even first rate
She’s gonna feed you to her seventh son
She’s like the Queen Bee, baby
Pray that you may be left on your own
Nothing she’ll give you, gonna outlive you:
But the Queen Bee’s never gonna be alone
The Queen Bee’s story, is the power and glory
Of the women who have ruled alone
Little Nefertiti used to consummate a treaty
In the bed as much as the throne
Everyone was urgin' Queen Elizabeth the Virgin
Just to try a man but she’d refuse
Queen Isabella was the one who said this fella
Named Columbus ought to take a cruise
Didn’t Cleopatra try to gratify and satisfy
The men she held within her grasp?
The pyramids were shakin' from the peace that she was makin'
But she ended with a stupid asp
So, in conclusion, it’s an optical illusion
If you think that we’re the weaker race
The men got the muscle, but the ladies got the hustle
And the truth is starin' in your face
The mother bear stalks, and the queen of the hawks
Is the one who brings home the bread
The lion that is regal, and the bald headed eagle
Need a woman just to keep them fed
But come the evenin', we’re like Adam and his Eve
Inside the garden, hear the serpent’s sound?
It’s so frustratin', when you’re really into matin'
And there ain’t a lovin' man around
Whoever wrote the story
Throw out the glory, bring in the men
(Give me them and I’ll swing)
Write me a sequel, give me an equal
And I’ll give that man
I said I’m gonna give that lovin' man
I said I’m gonna give that lovin' man
I’m gonna give him that lovin' sting!
Zap!
Men ain’t the Queen Bee, no way
And even tho' they think
They’re the kings (egotistical things)
Who they foolin', playn' at rulin'
It’s the Queen Bee
Behind the scene who pulls the strings