So the Count of Monte Christo 
Threw the cape over his head 
Gave me a penny for my thoughts 
But didn't get no change, and 
Old aged rhythmns 
They were singing in his brain for 
mechanical [bad word] 
Tried to shoot down his aeroplane 

I see, you see 
Ain't no more honey from this bee 
I see, you see 
Stung you've got a hold on me 
I see, you see 
Ain't no more honey from this bee 
I see, you see 
Stung you've got a hold 

I want to make you feel so special 
It's time to break the ice 
Bless you and your wicked ways 
For I guess that these are stanger days 
But the tact must change for 
The duchess to reveal her face 
I'd give you all my pennies 
For your gallantry at tomorrow's gate 

When I see, you see 
Ain't no more honey from this bee 
I see, you see 
Stung you've got a hold on me 
I see, you see 
Ain't no more honey from this bee 
I see, you see 
Stung you've got a hold 

I, I, I see, you see 
Ain't no more honey from this bee 
I see, you see 
Stung you've got a hold on me 
I see, you see 
Ain't no more honey from this bee 
I see, you see 
Stung you've got to hold on 

To be immortal [bad word] 
Except for man, all creatures are 
They would be in a cage 
Especially the superstars 
So bind my hands 
And tie me to the old oak tree 
mechanical [bad word] 
Tried to shoot down his aeroplane 
mechanical [bad word] 
Tried to shoot down his aeroplane 
mechanical [bad word] 
Tried to shoot down his aeroplane 
mechanical [bad word] 
Tried to shoot down his aeroplane 
mechanical [bad word]