Bee-Sting - The Wombats

Jumping like a dog on Prozac

And fishing with dynamite

I thought that I was in the green

But it turns red every time

You drive me crazier than a wingless bee

You drive me crazier than I ought to be

Oh put your best dress on, better make it black

I’m going out but I’m not coming back

Hit by a lightning bolt

Now there’s tire marks on the street

I think I quite like this tune

But couldn’t you find a bigger beat

You drive me crazier than a wingless bee

You drive me crazier than I wanna be

Put your best dress on, better make it black

I’m going out but I’m not coming back

I’m not coming back

I don’t know where I fit anymore

I snapped the key when I tried to lock the door

The canyons are up in flame

And England’s misspelt my name

I don’t know where I fit anymore

You drive me crazier than a wingless bee

You drive me crazier than I wanna be

Oh put your best dress on, better make it black

I’m going out but I’m not coming

You drive me crazier than a wingless bee

You drive me crazier than I wanna be

Oh put your best dress on, better make it black

I’m going out but I’m not coming back

I’m not coming back

I’m not coming back

I’m not coming back