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Bee Movie
By Jerry Seinfeld
NARRATOR:
(Black screen with text; The sound of buzzing bees can be heard)
According to all known laws
of aviation,
:
there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.
:
Its wings are too small to get
its fat little body off the ground.
:
The bee, of course, flies anyway
:
because bees don't care
what humans think is impossible.
BARRY BENSON:
(Barry is picking out a shirt)
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
:
O
This task a grueling one, hope to find some diamonds tonight, oh how they shine
Then it's heads up, hear a sound you freeze up, turn around and look up, total shock fills your body
Is this the end?
Can't believe it's you again
I could never forget those eyes
'Cause baby tonight, the creeper's trying to steal your stuff again, again, again
'Cause baby tonight, you grab your pick, shovel and bolt again, again, again
And run, run, run until it's done, done, then you run, run, run until the sun
Sun comes up in the morn'
'Cause baby tonight, the creeper's trying to steal your stuff again, again, again