WHEN THE BEES MAKE HONEY DOWN IN SUNNY ALABAM'
(Sam M. Lewis, Joe Young / Walter Donaldson,   1919)


I just feel like telling the world I'm happy and gay; 
I just feel like telling you why I'm feeling that way; 
This is just the time of the year when bees start to buzz, 
And I've got a bee in my bonnet, simply because:

I will be the busiest bee that you ever knew; 
Sipping honey all thro' the day that's just what I'll do; 
When the bees are buzzin' away near some Rosemary, 
How I love to bumble around just take it from me.

When the bees make honey down in sunny Alabam', 
That's when I said, I'd be sending a telegram; 
Down to honey suckled home, 
Where my folks live all alone; 
They're like a pair of honey bees,
In a honey comb. 
I'm gonna make a beeline straight for home,
That's where I am, 
And I've a plan to buzz around with my honey lamb; 
Some Sunday afternoon, 
If I don't get stung, there'll be a honey moon, 
When the bees make honey, down in sunny, 
Oh! you Alabam.