Sting In This Ole Bee

I might wear horn-rimmed glasses
And my hair has a tinge of gray
But don't judge a book by its cover
I've heard some folks say
I may be in retirement
On Social Security
But if there's honey in that hive
There's a sting in this ole bee

I may not buzz as often
Or as loud as I used to do
But I'd love a taste of that nectar
From a pretty little flower like you
So remember girl, when you're flirtin' around
If you shine those eyes on me
If there's honey in that hive
There's a sting in this ole bee

[Instrumental break]

I can still do things like I used to do
Back when I was young
I can still jump just as high
Just can't stay up as long
So why don't you make a beeline
To enjoy my company?
If there's honey in that hive
There's a sting in this ole bee

Now, I may not buzz as often
Or as loud as I used to do
But I'd love a taste of that nectar
From a pretty little flower like you
So remember girl, when you're flirtin' around
If you shine those eyes on me
If there's honey in that hive
There's a sting in this ole bee
Now, if there's honey in that hive
There's a sting in this ole bee