(Ah-um)
(Ah-um)
(Ah-um)
(Ah-um)
Well, buzz, buzz, buzz goes the bumble bee
A-tweedlee, deedlee, dee goes the bird
But the sound of your little voice, darling
Is the sweetest sound I've ever heard
I've seen the beauty of the red, red rose
The beauty when the skies are blue
Seen the beauty of the evening sunset
But the beauty of you
Sweet as the honey from the honeycomb
Sweet are the grapes from the vine
But there's nothin' as sweet as you, darling
And I hope someday you'll be mine
Go-go-go
[Spoken words by Al Jardine and Mike Love]
[Michael]
[What?]
[Boogie for you on the piano ... Billy]
[Billy Hinsche]
(Ah-um)
(Ah-um)
(Ah-um)
(Ah-um)
Well, buzz, buzz, buzz goes the bumble bee
A-tweedlee, deedlee, dee goes the bird
But the sound of your little voice, darling
Is the sweetest sound I've ever heard
I've seen the beauty of the red, red rose
And beauty when the skies are blue
Seen the beauty of the evening sunset
But the beauty of you
Sweet as the honey from the honeycomb
Sweet are the grapes from the vine
But there's nothin' as sweet as you, darling
And I hope someday you'll be mine
I hope someday you'll be mine
I hope someday you'll be mine