Who's that buzzin' round the rafters out where we park the cars?
Shouldn't you be hummin' in the garden pollinating flowers?
How come you're not making honey in a hive with all the rest?
Instead, you're excavating 2 by 4's to build yourself a nest
Oh to be a wood bee
If I could be I would be a wood bee
Oh to be a wood bee
If I could be I would be a wood bee
There's cellophane bees, there's leaf-cutter bees
There's bees both grand and humble
There's bees that sweat, bees that sting
And bees that merely bumble
My favorite bee is a carpenter who bores out holes in wood
And makes a place for his babies to spend their childhood
Oh to be a wood bee
If I could be I would be a wood bee
Oh to be a wood bee
If I could be I would be a wood bee
How come you're not making honey in a hive with all the rest?
Instead, you're excavating 2 by 4's to build yourself a nest
Oh to be a wood bee
If I could be I would be a wood bee
Oh to be a wood bee
If I could be I would be a wood bee