Just like a bee rushing to a comb of honey
Why can't you see you look so very funny
You worry yourself sick till you're blue in the face
Relax and sleep, tomorrow isn't leaving
And counting your sheep won't relieve you from this grieving
You worry yourself sick till you're blue in the face
But you'll make ends meet I know you will so please pull up a chair
Take your time the world's not going anywhere
Honey, you worry yourself sick till you're blue in the face
Blue in the face
'Cause you're always in a hurry
Blue in the face
'Cause you always tend to worry
You're just like a honey bee, you panic, you sting, then you die
