* Stuck here in the north land, in the Ice and snow, Dreaming 'bout a southern home,
Wishing i could go you Know i love san antone, i'ld Crawl there on my knees,
(24) but i Can't go back to (44) Texas, on account of the killer Bees
* they Came across the border, in the Spring of '92, a Billion little stingers with a
Bad attitude a Serious genetic mix-up, that Nature will not fix, and they
(24) Drove me out of (44) San antone in the fall of ninety-Six
* i Moved up north to waco, didn't Want to move that far, but in Two years the bees arrived
and Left me with these scars I know they remember, they've got a Mind like a hive, and
(24) If they ever (44) Catch me out they won't leave me aLive
* now i'm Living in places, where I would never go, i've Learned to run from the sun,
i've Learned to love the snow i Follow global warming, like Migrants follow crops, and the
Bees keep a'coming and i Don't know if they'll stop, no i don't know if they'll Stop
* by the Turn of the century, they Had me on the move, the Bees took oklahoma,
Then they took saint lou by the Time they got to thunder bay, i had Left that southern land,
(24) Looking for a (44) Glacier, for a place to make a Stand
* now the Ice cap is melting, as i'm Nearing the pole, i've Come in to the region of the
Ozone hole them Ultra violet rays will turn my Skin into swiss cheese,
so I (24) Carry an um-(44)-Brella, while i'm running from the Bees
* Maybe when the bees get to the Ozone hole they'll die They haven't got umbrellas,
they'll just Shrivel up and fry Maybe they'll mutate into a Kinder, gentler bee
i (24) Hope