The black, black widow is sitting in the middle
of the web, it's the fly she seeks
You may be her lover but you never will recover,
'cause she ain't had a bite for weeks
You think you're the same, 'cause you got the same name
But the widow has a mobile home
Remember what I told you, she got eight arms to hold you
And she's never gonna let your roam
She'll take you into bed, then tuck on your head,
then she'll wrap you as a midnight snack
So if you see a spider, don't you slide up beside her
Why'd you think the widow's wearing black?
(Chorus:)
Queen bee, baby, pray that you may be left on your own, aha
Nothing she'll give you, gonna outlive you
But the queen bee's never gonna be alone, oh oh.
Long before Atlantis there has been a praying mantis
And you knows why he's on his knees
He may have religion, but he's just a sitting pigeon
if a woman even stars to tease
He won't even quibble if she has a little nibble
on his neck, what a way to go
And now you done and torn it, you been messing with a hornet
She's a blue-blooded wasp, you know
And just as you do it, she'll inject you with a fluid
that you ain't even got to know
You're the meat on the plate, not even first rate
She's gonna feed you to her seventh son -- just like the
Chorus
*The queen bee's story, is the power and the glory
of the women who have ruled alone
Little Nefertiti used to consumate a treaty
in the bed as much as on the throne
Everyone was urging Queen Elizabeth the virgin
just to try a man but she'd refuse
Queen Isabella was the one who said:
This fella named Columbus ought to take a cruise
Didn't Cleopatra try to gratify and satisfy
The men she held within the grasp?
The pyramids where shaking from the peace that she was making,
but she ended with a stupid asp
The queen bee, no way, and even though they think they're the kings
Who are they fooling playing at ruling?
It's the queen behind the scene who pulls the strings!
Chorus
So, in conclusion, it's an optical illusion
if you think that we're the weaker race
Men got the muscle, but the ladies got the hustle
And the truth is staring in your face
The mother bear stalks, and the queen of the hawks
is the one who brings home the bread
The lion that is regal, and the bald headed eagle
need a woman just to keep them fed
But come the evening, we're like Adam and his Eve
inside the garden -- hear the serpent's song?
It's so frustrating, when you're really into marting,
and there ain't a loving man around.
Whoever wrote this story...
throughout the glory...
Bring in the men...
Write me a sequel...
Give me an equal...
And I'll give that man...
I'm gonna give that lovin' man
I said I'm gonna give that loving man
I'm gonna give that loving sting -- zap!
*Leider fehlt in der verlinkten Aufnahme die Strophe mit den historischen Beispielen, von Nofretete über Elizabeth I von England und Isabella von Kastilien bis Kleopatra.