You say you’re a sailor
But have you been to sea?
An old guitar won’t you make a star
It’s not your his-tory

Oh Mr Bee
You’re a Cee
Hey Mr Bee
You’re a Cee
Don’t put your shit on me

Hey Mr B
You think you’re head of the cue
A waxed crack, on a lumberjack
Anythin shiny and new
Ya took your best friends girl
But you can’t drive a car?
What’s with that?

Oh Mr Bee
You’re a Cee
Hey Mr Bee
You’re Cee
Don’t put your shit on me

Like a leach, you hang on
Take what you can
Till you don’t need me anymore
Well your a teddy bear, smashing weights
Too lo-ng
Pop

Mr Bee
You’re a Cee
Hey Mr Bee
You’re a Cee
Don’t put your shit on me

It’s not your his-tory

Hey Mr Bee
You’re a Cee
I know who you are
Wasn’t born yesterday
You never looked me in the eye
Did you ev-er deliver ?

I know, who you are

You won’t change
I know who you really are

You’re all
You’re all the same

ABOUT 'MR B'...

Greg used to have a boss who was not nice, who treated people like dirt...a love song dedication... it’s not.