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