Verse 1:
There’s a smoker in his big truck
and he just flicks them on the ground
leaving trails of empty sadness
for the people in his town
He doesn’t notice all his movements
cast a shadow to be seen
by his impressionable grand-kids
using paper bags to breathe
Chorus:
Oooh ooh ooh – is it honey or oil that you really want?
Oooh ooh ooh – you keep bees out back, keep a guard dog in the front
Oooh ooh ooh – is it honey or oil that you’re looking for?
Oooh ooh ooh – you keep bees out back, keep a shotgun at your door
Verse 2:
As she crosses up her arms
and pulls the shades down real low
A house-wife barks a list out
of a middle-class so-and-so
And all the places she ain’t been yet
And how could he call himself a man
And that the neighbors make her feel like
dust into a fan
Chorus:
Oooh ooh ooh – is it honey or oil that you really want?
Oooh ooh ooh – you keep bees out back, keep a guard dog in the front
Oooh ooh ooh – is it honey or oil that you’re looking for?
Oooh ooh ooh – you keep bees out back, keep a shotgun at your door
Bridge:
All their bones become fossils either way
And a candidate breaks a promise just to say
That the flooded New York subways made him cry
And he didn’t want to lie…he couldn’t lie
Chorus:
Oooh ooh ooh – is it honey or oil that you really want?
Oooh ooh ooh – you keep bees out back, keep a guard dog in the front
Oooh ooh ooh – is it honey or oil that you’re looking for?
Oooh ooh ooh – you keep bees out back, keep a shotgun at your door
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