Lord of the Hornets

Asleep in a hive in the base of a hollow tree Behind a shed in a garden in Norbury And when he whispers commands in his megaphone They swarm to his call and he knows that he's not alone He's lord of the hornets He's lord of the hornets As a tiger wing drones in a hive of industry Each has a place and will be what it must be Queen's a machine on a larva production line Laying antenna-ed troops on the stings in a paper mine Lord of the hornets Lord of the hornets Hornets Lord of the hornets Lord of the hornets Asleep in a hive in the base of a hollow tree Behind a shed in a garden in Norbury And when he whispers commands in his megaphone They swarm to his call and he knows that he's not alone He's lord of the hornets Lord of the hornets Hornets