Heres a little electronic number, while Im away on a much needed break.

"You fucking bitch!"

honey for the hive

the colony must thrive

we got the drones we got the jelly

and the eggs in our queen's belly

we got stingers in the rear

the allergic seem to fear

we swarm to our defenses

seen through multi-facet lenses

polinate polinate

flowers and the trees

visited by bees

inseminate inseminate

flowers and the trees

impregnated by bees

honey that we make

isn't yours to take

we got the works and the wax

we are yellow striped with black

we fly low we fly high

then the meadow comes alive

we work hard

and we're coming to your yard

polinate polinate

flowers and the trees

visited by bees

inseminate inseminate

flowers and the trees

impregnated by bees

 

What is this?

whats a queen like you doing with a drone like me

what made you choose me over the other bees

im not complaining though it brings me out in hives

trying to work out how to make our love survive

 

Ill trace a vector

straight to your sweet nectar

Ill make a bee line

to make sure youll be mine

my honey bee

 

I may be busy, but it still gives me a buzz

when i think of your thorax all covered in fuzz

i find it distracting these thoughts of romance

just want to get home to your sweet waggle dance

 

so Ill trace a vector

straight to your sweet nectar

Ill make a bee line

to make sure youll be mine

my honey bee

Lyrics- Apoidea

Life giver
we raise our cups up to you
Oh Bountiful one,
may we someday deserve you, is said
As your Children feast upon your flesh, oh
Matriphagy, this corpse becomes a bed

Tiny angels hover round your head
Ambrosia keeps the feeding fed
Forever stretching on in multiplicity
Bloom, please eternally bloom

The very dust that makes us
Fertile spores through which were built
Music of creation,
humming in the evening still
May you forever sing
May you forever sing

The very dust that makes us
The dagger buried to the hilt
Who will lift it from you now?
Who will serve thy will?

WHAT IS THIS???

No, you're not gonna get what you need
Baby, I have what you want
Come get your honey

I got your honey, baby
Every colour and every taste
Every breath that whispers your name
It's like emeralds on the pavement
Every colour and every taste
Every breath that whispers your name
It's like emeralds on the pavement
I got your honey, baby

At the heart of some kind of flower
Stuck in glitter, strands of saliva
Won't you get me right where the hurt is?
At the heart of some kind of flower
Stuck in glitter, strands of saliva
Won't you get me right where the hurt is?

And the waves come in and they're golden
But down in the deep the honey is sweeter
Oh, it is sweeter, baby
And the sun sets on the water
But down in the deep the current is stronger
Oh, yeah

Im trying to generate a buzz

Get something going on in your heart

Sometimes I feel like giving up

But I cant stand to bee apart

Im just winging it

Thinking about all the things that I love

About you

Thinking about all the things that I 

have to do

Cause Im just a drone in these honeycombed halls

Hoping to bee seen by his 

 

Queen Bee 

Sitting on your throne

My Queen Bee

Youll never bee alone

My Queen Bee

No matter how many humans try to kill us

My Queen Bee

Youre sweeter than the honey that we regurgitate

 

 

It might be out of pocket

To talk about the love I have

For you

I should just be on Bumble

Looking for the larva my life there

But every time 

I think of you

 

My Queen Bee 

Sitting on your throne

My Queen Bee

Youll never bee alone

My Queen Bee

No matter how many humans try to kill us

My Queen Bee

Youre sweeter than the honey that we regurgitate

 

The Blue Racer is a series of 17 theatrical cartoons produced from 1972 to 1974 created by Friz Freleng and David H. DePatie. The character's first cartoon, Snake in the Gracias, was released theatrically on January 24, 1971.