I'm begging you, I'm begging you.
The fly on the coachwheel told me that he got it
And he knew what to do with it, everybody saw it,
Saw the dust that he made.
King bee in a frenzy, ready to blow,
Got the horn good to go wait, oh his sting's all gone,
Now he's begging you, begging you.
Here is a warning, the sky will divide,
Since I took of the lid now there's nowhere to hide,
Now I'm belling you, I'm begging you.
This is a mystery not to be solved,
But be minded, like minded, I'm gone, still I'm with you,
I'm begging you, I'm begging you.
Give it over, give it over.
Give it over, give it over,
Yeah I'm begging you, I'm begging you.
Give it over, give it over.
Give it over, give it over,
Yeah I'm begging you, I'm begging you.
Weigh it and say it, is it all in a name,
Does it call you or maul you and drive you insane.
Can it make you remember, time is a place,
Now I'm belling you, I'm begging you.
The fly on the coachwheel told me that he got it
And he knew what to do with it, everybody saw it,
Saw the dust that he made.
Make all the dust that you can, make all the dust that you can,
King bee in a frenzy ready to blow.
Writer(s): Ian Brown, John Squire
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