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The Bee
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Traditional Folk
The Bee was released on March 1, 2003 by Independant as a part of the album Up Boot
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AlbumUp Boot
Release DateMarch 1, 2003
LabelIndependant
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM118

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

The first time I dated, I was drivin' me girlfriend's car
It was owned by her father, as most girlfriend's cars are
The day was hot and sticky, but the sweat upon me brow
Was due more to my drivin', I was learnin' how
Jimmy Dean was my role model, I had the window down
Me left arm hangin' out as we went drivin' around
With a cigarette between me lips and one hand on her knee
I was makin' an impression then I scooped a bumblebee
Bee, bee, bee. I scooped a bumblebee
I was makin' an impression then I scooped a bumblebee
It struck me arm, deflected, and it landed on me knee
Stunned from its concussion, it was pulsing rhythmically
I did not panic or bluster, I was level, calm and cool
I was going to pull over, the way that Jimmy would do
Up til now I had been charmin', I guess I looked ok
I think we had good chemistry, I sensed it right away
Well, my date didn't see the bee, she'd been looking away, of course
But all of that changed abruptly when the bee flew up me shorts
Shorts, shorts, shorts. The bee flew up me shorts
All this changed abruptly when the bee flew up me shorts
I was going to pull over and calm-a-ly explain
Instead I straightened out lengthwise, I'm terrified of pain
I was reachin' and pullin' and grabbin' at me shorts and at me belt
I guess I must have panicked, she said I screamed for help
Well, then she was embarrassed, thinking it's too soon for this
But seeing my predicament, she wanted to assist
My blind, irrational terror she mistook for desire
The the car struck the shoulder and punctured a front tire
Tire, tire, tire. Punctured a front tire
The car struck the shoulder and punctured a front tire
She fell over on top of me, as we shot through a field
Obstructing my vision and I let go of the wheel
The cigarette went a-flyin' and it flipped into her shirt
Forcing her to, quickly, remove her top and skirt
There was one post in that field, clear a mile either side
The car struck it dead center, I couldn't've done that if I tried
And then upon the impact, the rad spouted steam
We were out of the car in an instant, rubbing burns and stings
Stings, stings, stings. Rubbin' burns and strings
We were out of the car in an instant, rubbin' burns and stings
Help arrived immediately, a cop was driving by
He noted that we had no clothes, but never asked us why
We were both embarrassed, feeling exposed and remorse
I had no driver's licence, and no insurance, of course
Well, her father never forgave me, I never saw her again
Our love affair, so innocent, had come to a tragic end
Now I am married, but I wonder what might have been
I keep the windows up, and the bees out
And I don't like Jimmy Dean
Dean, Dean, Dean. I don't like Jimmy Dean
I keep the windows up, and the bees out
And I don't like Jimmy Dean
Written by: Buddy
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