“Oh, go sting the BumbleBee.”
“I’m nothing. I’m just a humble man in a bumblebee costume trying to pollinate with a woman as romantic as a flower. Love doesn’t have to sting.”
“Drowned in a vat of whiskey... Oh Death, where is thy sting?”
“I know this little thinga myriad of men will save.Oh, death, where is thy sting,Thy victory, oh grave?”
“Like the bumblebee, no one told me that I couldn't, so I did!”
“She'll sting you one day,Oh, ever so gently,so you hardly ever feel it.'til you fall dead.”