To be a beekeeper
In the himalayas
They'd sting me in the knee
And make 'em weak like paper
But of all the men immune
I'd collapse in pain at his gathering
Nomadic wheelpusher
You make me shift and sway
Nomadic wheelpusher
You are influenced by the bees
Who migrate
Who migrate their mama miles away
To california
Out of denver
To find a beekeeper who puts up with the stinger
He'd whistle "lightly row"
And be numb in the fingers
But of all the men immune
He would stand in pain at his gathering
Nomadic wheelpusher
You make me shift and swing
Nomadic wheelpusher
You are influenced by the bees
Who migrate
Who migrate their mama miles away