Bee Vector BluesBee Vector Blues
Took myself to the doctor
Wondering what I should do
He say Son you look peaked
Whats the matter with you
I say Doctor I'm sickly
Feels like financial flu
He say boy don't you worry
We got testing to do
Doctor he say he's sorry
Aint nothing to do
You got something real chilling
Call it Bee Vector blues
Bee Vector blues
Bee Vector blues
No there aint nothing for it
Got the Bee Vector blues
They keep telling us sweet things
Over and over its true
And they killing us softly
Got the Bee Vector blues
Lord please send us true sunshine
Got the Bee Vector blues
Lord please send us some fun times
Got the Bee Vector blues
Bee Vector blues
Bee Vector blues
No there aint nothing for it
Got the Bee Vector blues