Dave the Butcher
Still the same old neighborhood like many years ago
Houses sit in white picket frames like Rockwells in a row
I've always been a rebel son but daddy didn't mind
He wanted me to chase my dreams the way he did one time
Now he's on the front porch as I get out of my car
And as my father's eyes meet mine there's one wish in my heart
I'm wishin' my daddy was forty again
He would be young and I would be ten
We would go fishin' throw an old ball around
Wash his truck go into town
We can never go back to the way it was
Bee In My Bonnet
I got a bee in my bonnet
Got a chip on my shoulder
I got a hole in my shoe
And my toes are getting colder
I got ants in my pants
I got fries in my thighs
I got a bone in my nose
I got frit in my assÂÂ
I got a bee in my bonnet
Got a chip on my shoulderÂÂ
I got a flee in my ear
I wear my heart on my sleeve
I got a ticket for the train
And I'm ready to leave
I got a rockin' pneumonia
and the boogie woogie flu
I got the palpations
All because of youÂÂ
I got a bee in my bonnet
Got a chip on my shoulderÂÂ
I'm burning, with loveÂÂ
I got my fish on the line
I got my hand in the water
I know right from wrong
So I do what I oughtaÂÂ
I laugh in the day
I cry in the night
Woo hoo baby
Gonna be alrightÂÂ
I got a bee in my bonnet
Got a chip on my shoulder
I got a bee in my bonnet
Got a chip on my shoulder