Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bee-Sting, artist - The Wombats. Date of issue: 08.11.2018
Song language: English
Bee-Sting |
| Jumping like a dog on Prozac |
| And fishing with dynamite |
| I thought that I was in the green |
| But it turns red every time |
| You drive me crazier than a wingless bee |
| You drive me crazier than I ought to be |
| Oh put your best dress on, better make it black |
| I’m going out but I’m not coming back |
| Hit by a lightning bolt |
| Now there’s tire marks on the street |
| I think I quite like this tune |
| But couldn’t you find a bigger beat |
| You drive me crazier than a wingless bee |
| You drive me crazier than I wanna be |
| Put your best dress on, better make it black |
| I’m going out but I’m not coming back |
| I’m not coming back |
| I don’t know where I fit anymore |
| I snapped the key when I tried to lock the door |
| The canyons are up in flame |
| And England’s misspelt my name |
| I don’t know where I fit anymore |
| You drive me crazier than a wingless bee |
| You drive me crazier than I wanna be |
| Oh put your best dress on, better make it black |
| I’m going out but I’m not coming |
| You drive me crazier than a wingless bee |
| You drive me crazier than I wanna be |
| Oh put your best dress on, better make it black |
| I’m going out but I’m not coming back |
| I’m not coming back |
| I’m not coming back |
| I’m not coming back |