The Wombats

Bee-Sting

The Wombats


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 lightening bolt now there's tire marks on the street
I think 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 ought to 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 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

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