[Verse 1 – Weary male vocal, breathless, pausing often, with female ad-libs] Woke up this mornin’… tried to leave the hive… (leave the hive…) [small breath wheeze] Took three whole tries just to get airborne, lucky I’m still alive. (mmm-hmm, still alive) My thorax feels too heavy… my wings feel way too small… (too small, too small) But nobody told me I can’t fly– so I… just ignore it all. (he ignores it all… mm-hmm) [Chorus – Tuba punctuates, harmonica wheezes, lady choir softly echoing] I got them bumblebee blues… (bumblebee blues…) Shouldn’t work, but I do… (yes you do…) Defyin’ physics every day… (every day…) Just buzzin’ my way through… Got them bumblebee blues… Fat and fuzzy, it’s true… (oh yes–it’s true…) Aerodynamics hate me, but I got pollen to move! (pollen to move…) (bumblebee move… oh yeah) [Verse 2 – Getting more frustrated, still breathless] Tried to land on a tulip... got wedged between the petals... (stuck again, baby?) Dragonflies fly like rockets, cut through the air like knives… (so smooth… so smooth…) [pause, catching breath, soft wing flutter] Butterflies glide so graceful, wasps all sleek and mean... (so mean, so mean...) Then there's me– bumpin' into... well everything! fuzziest thing you've ever seen! (fuzziest thing... oh Lord...) [Pre-Chorus – harmonica gasp, tuba soft push] Every breeze hits harder… every flower feels tall… (so tall…) But I keep on buzzin’ forward, ’cause someone’s gotta do it~ Someone gotta pollinate it all! (pollinate it all!) (pollinate it all!) [Chorus – tired pride rising; lady choir echoes warmly] I got them bumblebee blues, (bumblebee blues…) Heavy wings and stubborn heart… (stubborn heart…) Yeah, I’m shakin’ through the sky, just tryin’ not to fall apart… (don’t you fall…) Got them bumblebee blues, but I still make honey sweet– (sweet as can be…) I ain’t pretty when I’m flyin’, but I get food on the table, see? (food on the table… oh yeah) [Bridge – Slower, more reflective, tuba solo underneath] Scientists say I'm... impossible... [breathless] Mathematics say I'm wrong... (you're so wrong... but you're here...) But every morning I wake up, (he wakes up) spread these little wings... (those cute wings) and I keep... buzzin'...mmhh i keep buzzin'! Buzzin along (keep buzzin' on... mm-hmm, keep buzzin' on...) (keep buzzin' on... mm-hmmI got them bumblebee blues… (bumblebee blues…) But I’m glidin’ low and easy, just lettin’ the world pass through… (easy now… easy…) Yeah, I’m tired in all my corners, but I did what I had to do… (you done good…) Got them bumblebee blues, but I found a little peace today– (peace today…) Sun on my back, pollen on my feet, and a soft breeze, mmhh– showin’ me the way (showin’ the way… oh yeah) [Outro – Music winds down, returns to natural sounds] [Tuba exhales one last satisfied note] [Slide guitar wobbles down] [Real bee buzzing returns, landing on flower] [spoken, exhausted but satisfied] "...whew... made it..." “…don’t wake me ‘til tomorrow, darlin’…” [Soft settling sounds] [Gentle, content snoring: "zzzzzzz..."] [Fade to silence with distant garden ambience]
