WHEN THE BEES MAKE HONEY DOWN IN SUNNY ALABAM'
(Sam M. Lewis, Joe Young / Walter Donaldson, 1919)
I just feel like telling the world I'm happy and gay;
I just feel like telling you why I'm feeling that way;
This is just the time of the year when bees start to buzz,
And I've got a bee in my bonnet, simply because:
I will be the busiest bee that you ever knew;
Sipping honey all thro' the day that's just what I'll do;
When the bees are buzzin' away near some Rosemary,
How I love to bumble around just take it from me.
When the bees make honey down in sunny Alabam',
That's when I said, I'd be sending a telegram;
Down to honey suckled home,
Where my folks live all alone;
They're like a pair of honey bees,
In a honey comb.
I'm gonna make a beeline straight for home,
That's where I am,
And I've a plan to buzz around with my honey lamb;
Some Sunday afternoon,
If I don't get stung, there'll be a honey moon,
When the bees make honey, down in sunny,
Oh! you Alabam.