Buzzbee sits lonesome at the beginning and the end

I'll fix it, yeah don't you worry, I'll make it work somehow.

I'm sittin' on a goldmine, darlin', no that ain't right it ain't no goldmine it's a LANDMINE and if you don't believe me why don't you hop right up here in my lap and let me show you. Boom boom, out go the lights. Do you remember that song? You weren't so coked up in those days, maybe the memory survived. Maybe not. But if you can reach back deep deep deep into those diluted memory banks you will hear that stupid song playing loud and clear like it was reveille in a sad barrack. This ain't no disco. This ain't no foolin' around. I'm tired of rules. Rules are for fools, I'm buzzbee the King of the Bees. It's good to be king.