Lyrics Puppetmastaz

Puppetmastaz

Ms. Bumblebee

Oh sweet Ms. Bumblebee Why you lying on the

street When you could beat your wings To m bizzy beat

Buzzin by honey pie Your fuzzy fur is in my eye

MALOKE oh sweet missus bumblebee my name is malock will

you talk with me it gets lonely in the b.o.g. all full

of frogs and no variety yer silky black stripes they

vex me, sting my snout watch it swell with ecstasy

drink my nectar, make your whistle wet [i think i fell

in love with the 2nd letter of the alphabet] 2x

PIT Oh sweet ms. Bumblebee you might have fallen into a

puddle from a tree. You be shakin it (down) all around

wanna get you right ah for (dissound).Don’t you move

dat ass get yourself hot again want to see you bouncing

in de big lane fame puck ya. want ya spinnin all alive

adrenalin superdrive a this dive (?)

Snuggles: It was the late summer season Semi warm and

blue breezin The whole city buzzing with butterflies

And bees so i go stretch my ears and walk down the

street And there she lies a tiny bumble bee With the

firey eyes of fire flies and passionees I bend down to

give her a drop of my ration Thanks honey, she says,

sweetie are you a bunny? I go yes snuggles the name – i

fly by airborne I get all the ladies high But then i

see the poor misses got a broken Wing and a broken knee

So i go this can´t be true, the crippled thing Needs

some of my creature juice Come and get it...this is for

you

This is for me sweet missus bumblebee, they call

me mister so peep the mystery we can take a trip into

the hive take a drive down the honeycomb coast, we"ve

arrived scratch and sniff, catch a whiff, so passionate

is how i imagine it so to be or not to be, none of yer

beeswax, don't kill my buzz

Oh snuggles you gave dat bee a helping hand and

oh dear dat really was a stand for da frogs to learn

from and listenswallin music like honey don’t missem

bemblebeedance square architectur flavour of insectuis

lecture yes a tecture hardto understand a crist with

stripes hypnotic up your ass oh sweet cripes