Bee-Sting

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 that a wingless bee You drive me crazier than I ought to be 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 ought to 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 where I fit anymore I snapped the key when I tried to lock the door The canyons are up in flames And England misspelled my name I don't know where I fit anymore You drive me crazier that a wingless bee You drive me crazier than I want to be 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 want to 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'm not coming back --- Bee-Sting - The Wombats