| Great Land o’Goshen, there’s a lot of locomotion
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| In the middle of a big bee hive
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| You can do the blamin' on the pistil and the stamen
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| But you know it’s just the jungle jive
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| See who that was, did you get a little buzz
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| Did the woman really make you hot?
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| She got the sting, see her shakin' that thing
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| Though your mind is on another spot
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| Sweet lips of honey gonna ask you for your money
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| Got her every little stroke rehearsed
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| You may be a stud but she’s suckin' your blood
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| And the lady has a heavy thirst
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| She’s a Queen Bee, baby
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| Pray that you may be left on your own
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| Nothing she’ll give you, gonna outlive you
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| But the Queen Bee’s never gonna be alone
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| The black, black widow is sittin' in the middle
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| Of the web, it’s the fly she seeks
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| You may be her lover but you never will recover
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| 'Cause she ain’t had a bite for weeks
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| You think you’re the same, 'cause you got the same name
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| But the widow has a mobile home
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| Remember what I told you: she got eight arms to hold you
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| And she’s never gonna let you roam
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| She’ll tuck you into bed and truck on your head
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| Then she’ll wrap you as a midnight snack
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| So if you see a spider, don’t you sidle up beside her
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| Why’d you think the widow’s wearing black?
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| (Jack)
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| She’s like the Queen Bee, baby
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| Pray that you may be left on your own
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| Nothing she’ll give you, gonna outlive you
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| But the Queen Bee’s never gonna be alone
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| Long before Atlantis, there has been a praying mantis
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| And you know why he’s on his knees?
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| He may have religion, but he’s just a sitting pigeon
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| If a woman even starts to tease
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| He won’t even quibble if she has a little nibble
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| On his neck, what a way to go!
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| Well, now you done and torn it
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| You been messin' with a hornet
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| She’s a blue-blooded wasp, you know
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| And just as you do it, she’ll inject you with a fluid
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| That you ain’t even got but none
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| You’re meat on the plate, not even first rate
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| She’s gonna feed you to her seventh son
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| She’s like the Queen Bee, baby
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| Pray that you may be left on your own
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| Nothing she’ll give you, gonna outlive you:
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| But the Queen Bee’s never gonna be alone
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| The Queen Bee’s story, is the power and glory
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| Of the women who have ruled alone
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| Little Nefertiti used to consummate a treaty
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| In the bed as much as the throne
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| Everyone was urgin' Queen Elizabeth the Virgin
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| Just to try a man but she’d refuse
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| Queen Isabella was the one who said this fella
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| Named Columbus ought to take a cruise
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| Didn’t Cleopatra try to gratify and satisfy
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| The men she held within her grasp?
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| The pyramids were shakin' from the peace that she was makin'
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| But she ended with a stupid asp
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| So, in conclusion, it’s an optical illusion
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| If you think that we’re the weaker race
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| The men got the muscle, but the ladies got the hustle
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| And the truth is starin' in your face
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| The mother bear stalks, and the queen of the hawks
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| Is the one who brings home the bread
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| The lion that is regal, and the bald headed eagle
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| Need a woman just to keep them fed
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| But come the evenin', we’re like Adam and his Eve
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| Inside the garden, hear the serpent’s sound?
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| It’s so frustratin', when you’re really into matin'
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| And there ain’t a lovin' man around
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| Whoever wrote the story
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| Throw out the glory, bring in the men
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| (Give me them and I’ll swing)
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| Write me a sequel, give me an equal
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| And I’ll give that man
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| I said I’m gonna give that lovin' man
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| I said I’m gonna give that lovin' man
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| I’m gonna give him that lovin' sting!
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| Zap!
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| Men ain’t the Queen Bee, no way
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| And even tho' they think
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| They’re the kings (egotistical things)
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| Who they foolin', playn' at rulin'
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| It’s the Queen Bee
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| Behind the scene who pulls the strings |