To be a beekeeper In the himalayas They'd sting me in the knee And make 'em weak like paper But of all the men immune I'd collapse in pain at his gathering Nomadic wheelpusher You make me shift and sway Nomadic wheelpusher You are influenced by the bees Who migrate Who migrate their mama miles away To california Out of denver To find a beekeeper who puts up with the stinger He'd whistle "lightly row" And be numb in the fingers But of all the men immune He would stand in pain at his gathering Nomadic wheelpusher You make me shift and swing Nomadic wheelpusher You are influenced by the bees Who migrate Who migrate their mama miles away