Sting In This Ole Bee - Hank Thompson

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

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