| Song | Queen Bee |
| Artist | Barbra Streisand |
| Album | A Star Is Born [live] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:R.Holmes Music:R.Holmes | |
| The black, black widow is sittin' in the middle of the web, | |
| it's the fly she seeks. | |
| You may be her lover but you never will recover, | |
| 'cause she ain't had a bite for weeks | |
| You think your the same, 'cause you got the same name, | |
| but the widow has a mobile home. | |
| Remember what I told you, she got eight arms to hold you, | |
| and she's never gonna let your roam. | |
| She'll tuck in your head, then she'll wrap you as a midnight snack. | |
| So if you see a spider, don't you slide up beside her | |
| Why'd you think the widow's wearin' black? | |
| Queen bee, baby | |
| Pray that you may be left on your own,uh huh | |
| Nothin' she'll give you, gonna outlive you | |
| But the queen bee's never gonna be alone. | |
| Long before Atlantis there has been a praying mantis | |
| and you knows why he's on his knees. | |
| He may have religion but but he's just a sittin' pigeon | |
| if a woman even stars to tease. | |
| He won't even quibble if she has a little nibble on his neck, what a way to go | |
| And now you done and torne it! | |
| You been messin' with a hornet, | |
| she's a blue-blood wasp, you know. | |
| And just as you do it, | |
| she'll inject yiu with a fluid that you ain't even got but none. | |
| You're the meat on the plate, not even first rate, | |
| she's gonna feed you to her seventh son. | |
| The queen bee's story, is the power and the glory, | |
| of the women who have ruled alone. | |
| Little Nefertiti used to consummate a treaty | |
| in the bad as much as on the throne | |
| Everyone was urgin' Queen Elizabeth the Virgin, | |
| just to try a man but she'd refuse. | |
| Queen Isabella was the one who said | |
| this fella named Columbus ought to take a cruise. | |
| Did'nt Cleopatra try to gratify and satisfy | |
| the men she held within the grasp? | |
| The pyramids where shakin' from the peace that she was makin' | |
| but she ended with a stupid asp. | |
| The Queen Bee, no way, and even tho' they think they're the kings | |
| (escatological things) | |
| Who are they foolin'? playin' at rulin', | |
| it's the Queen behind the scene who pulls the strings. | |
| So, in conclusion, it's an optical illusion, | |
| if you think thatwe're the weaker race. | |
| Men got the muscle, but the ladies got the hustle, | |
| and the truth is staring in your face. | |
| The mother bear stalks, and the queen of the hawks, | |
| is the one who brings home the bread. | |
| The lion that is regal, and the bald headed eagle, | |
| need a woman just to keep them fed. | |
| But come the evenin', we're like Adam and his Eve, | |
| insidethe garden. Hear the serpent's sond? | |
| It's so frustratin', when you're really into martin', | |
| and thereain't a lovin' man around. | |
| Whoever wrote this story | |
| Throw out the glory | |
| Bring in the men (give me them an I'll swing) | |
| Write me a sequel | |
| Give me an equal | |
| And I'll give that man | |
| I'm gonna give that lovin' man | |
| I said I'm gonna give that lovin' man | |
| I'm gonna give that lovin' sting! Zap! |
| Lyrics: R. Holmes Music: R. Holmes | |
| The black, black widow is sittin' in the middle of the web, | |
| it' s the fly she seeks. | |
| You may be her lover but you never will recover, | |
| ' cause she ain' t had a bite for weeks | |
| You think your the same, ' cause you got the same name, | |
| but the widow has a mobile home. | |
| Remember what I told you, she got eight arms to hold you, | |
| and she' s never gonna let your roam. | |
| She' ll tuck in your head, then she' ll wrap you as a midnight snack. | |
| So if you see a spider, don' t you slide up beside her | |
| Why' d you think the widow' s wearin' black? | |
| Queen bee, baby | |
| Pray that you may be left on your own, uh huh | |
| Nothin' she' ll give you, gonna outlive you | |
| But the queen bee' s never gonna be alone. | |
| Long before Atlantis there has been a praying mantis | |
| and you knows why he' s on his knees. | |
| He may have religion but but he' s just a sittin' pigeon | |
| if a woman even stars to tease. | |
| He won' t even quibble if she has a little nibble on his neck, what a way to go | |
| And now you done and torne it! | |
| You been messin' with a hornet, | |
| she' s a blueblood wasp, you know. | |
| And just as you do it, | |
| she' ll inject yiu with a fluid that you ain' t even got but none. | |
| You' re the meat on the plate, not even first rate, | |
| she' s gonna feed you to her seventh son. | |
| The queen bee' s story, is the power and the glory, | |
| of the women who have ruled alone. | |
| Little Nefertiti used to consummate a treaty | |
| in the bad as much as on the throne | |
| Everyone was urgin' Queen Elizabeth the Virgin, | |
| just to try a man but she' d refuse. | |
| Queen Isabella was the one who said | |
| this fella named Columbus ought to take a cruise. | |
| Did' nt Cleopatra try to gratify and satisfy | |
| the men she held within the grasp? | |
| The pyramids where shakin' from the peace that she was makin' | |
| but she ended with a stupid asp. | |
| The Queen Bee, no way, and even tho' they think they' re the kings | |
| escatological things | |
| Who are they foolin'? playin' at rulin', | |
| it' s the Queen behind the scene who pulls the strings. | |
| So, in conclusion, it' s an optical illusion, | |
| if you think thatwe' re the weaker race. | |
| Men got the muscle, but the ladies got the hustle, | |
| and the truth is staring in your face. | |
| The mother bear stalks, and the queen of the hawks, | |
| is the one who brings home the bread. | |
| The lion that is regal, and the bald headed eagle, | |
| need a woman just to keep them fed. | |
| But come the evenin', we' re like Adam and his Eve, | |
| insidethe garden. Hear the serpent' s sond? | |
| It' s so frustratin', when you' re really into martin', | |
| and thereain' t a lovin' man around. | |
| Whoever wrote this story | |
| Throw out the glory | |
| Bring in the men give me them an I' ll swing | |
| Write me a sequel | |
| Give me an equal | |
| And I' ll give that man | |
| I' m gonna give that lovin' man | |
| I said I' m gonna give that lovin' man | |
| I' m gonna give that lovin' sting! Zap! |
| Lyrics: R. Holmes Music: R. Holmes | |
| The black, black widow is sittin' in the middle of the web, | |
| it' s the fly she seeks. | |
| You may be her lover but you never will recover, | |
| ' cause she ain' t had a bite for weeks | |
| You think your the same, ' cause you got the same name, | |
| but the widow has a mobile home. | |
| Remember what I told you, she got eight arms to hold you, | |
| and she' s never gonna let your roam. | |
| She' ll tuck in your head, then she' ll wrap you as a midnight snack. | |
| So if you see a spider, don' t you slide up beside her | |
| Why' d you think the widow' s wearin' black? | |
| Queen bee, baby | |
| Pray that you may be left on your own, uh huh | |
| Nothin' she' ll give you, gonna outlive you | |
| But the queen bee' s never gonna be alone. | |
| Long before Atlantis there has been a praying mantis | |
| and you knows why he' s on his knees. | |
| He may have religion but but he' s just a sittin' pigeon | |
| if a woman even stars to tease. | |
| He won' t even quibble if she has a little nibble on his neck, what a way to go | |
| And now you done and torne it! | |
| You been messin' with a hornet, | |
| she' s a blueblood wasp, you know. | |
| And just as you do it, | |
| she' ll inject yiu with a fluid that you ain' t even got but none. | |
| You' re the meat on the plate, not even first rate, | |
| she' s gonna feed you to her seventh son. | |
| The queen bee' s story, is the power and the glory, | |
| of the women who have ruled alone. | |
| Little Nefertiti used to consummate a treaty | |
| in the bad as much as on the throne | |
| Everyone was urgin' Queen Elizabeth the Virgin, | |
| just to try a man but she' d refuse. | |
| Queen Isabella was the one who said | |
| this fella named Columbus ought to take a cruise. | |
| Did' nt Cleopatra try to gratify and satisfy | |
| the men she held within the grasp? | |
| The pyramids where shakin' from the peace that she was makin' | |
| but she ended with a stupid asp. | |
| The Queen Bee, no way, and even tho' they think they' re the kings | |
| escatological things | |
| Who are they foolin'? playin' at rulin', | |
| it' s the Queen behind the scene who pulls the strings. | |
| So, in conclusion, it' s an optical illusion, | |
| if you think thatwe' re the weaker race. | |
| Men got the muscle, but the ladies got the hustle, | |
| and the truth is staring in your face. | |
| The mother bear stalks, and the queen of the hawks, | |
| is the one who brings home the bread. | |
| The lion that is regal, and the bald headed eagle, | |
| need a woman just to keep them fed. | |
| But come the evenin', we' re like Adam and his Eve, | |
| insidethe garden. Hear the serpent' s sond? | |
| It' s so frustratin', when you' re really into martin', | |
| and thereain' t a lovin' man around. | |
| Whoever wrote this story | |
| Throw out the glory | |
| Bring in the men give me them an I' ll swing | |
| Write me a sequel | |
| Give me an equal | |
| And I' ll give that man | |
| I' m gonna give that lovin' man | |
| I said I' m gonna give that lovin' man | |
| I' m gonna give that lovin' sting! Zap! |