.Bouw, bouw, bouw, bouw-owh. Bouw, bouw, bouw, bouw, bouw-owh
Like a honey bee beatin' on my screen door,
I got a little buzz and my head is sore.
From my bed I can feel the sun, Lord I hear the mornin' come.
Just a creepin', creepin'. Creepin', creepin'
You shot out of hell.
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