| Did you ever sit straight up in bed | 
| With somethin' a circlin' round ya head | 
| An ya swat at it as it wizzes by | 
| And it’s just one pesky little fly | 
| You shake ya head an twitch ya nose | 
| And settle down to sweep ya floors | 
| And when ya just about to dose… fly trouble | 
| Buzz buzz buzz goes that busy little fly | 
| Buzz buzz buzz he’s takin off an hide | 
| You roll the paper up nice and tight | 
| And wait around for him to light | 
| But theirs a fly that’s a liven right | 
| Buzz buzz buzz | 
| Now the toughest hide grows on a mule | 
| Cause he’s a bulky stuborn fool | 
| He likes to look at yu and glare | 
| An never even move a hair | 
| But when his muscles start to twitch | 
| An when his tail begins to swish | 
| That mule ain’t bothered with an itch… fly trouble | 
| Buzz buzz buzz goes that busy little pest | 
| Buzz buzz buzz that mule can’t get no rest | 
| He shakes his head an bats his eye | 
| An kicks his heels up to the sky | 
| Did you ever see a jass ack cry | 
| Buzz buzz buzz | 
| Now you pick a perfect night in june | 
| When flowers are bloomin beneath the moon | 
| And ya light of love is shinin' bright | 
| An you tell ya self tonights the night | 
| Ya brace ya self an ya courage grows | 
| An on ya knees where you would propose | 
| When somethin bights you on the nose… fly trouble | 
| Buzz buzz buzz goes that busy little thing | 
| Buzz buzz buzz you swat an loose the ring | 
| You fan the air as he goes by | 
| An stick ya finger in your eye | 
| Hit everything except that fly | 
| Buzz buzz buzz |