The Count of Monte Christo

So the Count of Monte Christo Threw the cape over his head Gave me a penny for my thoughts But wouldn't get no change, just Old aged rhythmns They were singing in his brain for A mechanical crusade tried to shoot down his areoplane I see, you see Ain't no more honey from this bee I see, you see Stung you've got a hold on me I see, you see Ain't no more honey from this bee I see, you see Stung you've got a hold I want to make you feel so special It's time to break the ice Bless you and your wicked ways For I guess that these are stranger days But the tact must change for The duchess to reveal her face I'd give you all my pennies For your gallantry at tomorrow's gate When I see, you see Ain't no more honey from this bee I see, you see I'm stung you've got a hold on me I see, you see Ain't no more honey from this bee I see, you see I'm stung you've got a hold So the Count of Monte Christo Threw the cape over his head Gave me a penny for my thoughts But wouldn't get no change, just Old aged rhythmns They were singing in his brain for A mechanical crusade tried to shoot down his areoplane I see, you see...