The black, black widow is sittin' in the middle of the web
It's the fly she seeks
You may be her lover but you never will recover
'Cause she ain't had a bite for weeks
You think your the same, 'cause you got the same name
But the widow has a mobile home
Remember what I told you, she got eight arms to hold you
And she's never gonna let your roam
She'll tuck in your head, then she'll wrap you as a midnight snack
So if you see a spider, don't you slide up beside her
Why'd you think the widow's wearin' black?
Queen bee, baby
Pray that you may be left on your own, uh huh
Nothin' she'll give you, gonna outlive you
But the queen bee's never gonna be alone
Long before Atlantis there has been a praying mantis
And you knows why he's on his knees
He may have religion but but he's just a sittin' pigeon
If a woman even stars to tease
He won't even quibble if she has a little nibble on his neck, what a way to go
And now you done and torn it!
You been messin' with a hornet
She's a blue-blood wasp, you know
And just as you do it
She'll inject yiu with a fluid that you ain't even got but none
You're the meat on the plate, not even first rate
She's gonna feed you to her seventh son
The queen bee's story, is the power and the glory
Of the women who have ruled alone
Little Nefertiti used to consummate a treaty
In the bad as much as on the throne
Everyone was urgin' Queen Elizabeth the virgin,
Just to try a man but she'd refuse.
Queen Isabella was the one who said
This fella named Columbus ought to take a cruise
Didn't Cleopatra try to gratify and satisfy
The men she held within the grasp?
The pyramids where shakin' from the peace that she was makin'
But she ended with a stupid asp
The queen bee, no way, and even tho' they think they're the kings
(escatological things)
Who are they foolin'? Playin' at rulin'
It's the queen behind the scene who pulls the strings
So, in conclusion, it's an optical illusion
If you think that we're the weaker race
Men got the muscle, but the ladies got the hustle
And the truth is staring in your face
The mother bear stalks, and the queen of the hawks
Is the one who brings home the bread.
The lion that is regal, and the bald headed eagle
Need a woman just to keep them fed
But come the evenin', we're like adam and his eve,
Inside the garden. hear the serpent's song?
It's so frustratin', when you're really into martin'
And there ain't a lovin' man around
Whoever wrote this story
Throw out the glory
Bring in the men (give me them an I'll swing)
Write me a sequel
Give me an equal
And I'll give that man
I'm gonna give that lovin' man
I said I'm gonna give that lovin' man
I'm gonna give that lovin' sting! Zap!

Writer : HOLMES, RUPERT
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.