Ah, it’s unwise to lick a beehive
Ah, it’s unwise to kick a beehive

Helluva big bee
Tell you no lie: flew in fly; stung my guy up its eye
Felt I would die

Rolled about, thrashin’
Pants to the floor; I was sure that I saw three or four
Possibly more

Filled with nasty poison; they’ve made it bleed an’ sting
Filled with nasty poison; I think it needs a sling

Then came a frenzy
Full of the fear; shed a tear; stung my rear and an ear
Now I can’t hear

Went to the doctor
At nine o’ clock, heard him mock; got a shock: wants to dock
Hope it’s a crock

Sense of humour’s lackin’; he wants to chop my thing
Sense of humour’s lackin’; so now, my hands, I wring

Oh, can’t afford the price of doctors
Oh, can’t abide the slice of doctors

Here’s what I’m thinkin’
Let me explain: halt the pain; want the gain to remain
Hope it don’t wane

Glad he was jokin’
Once like a twig; size of cig; now so big; I can dig
Got the porn gig

Wow, my swollen pee pole; can’t wait to show this thing
Wow, my swollen pee pole; I’ll make some dough: kerching!