What the people are saying
There's a lot of souls
Then you don't go killing all the bees
Hey, down along the road
Is what was true now no longer so
Fall on the apple, fall on the apple
What the people are saying
Lord, there goes a Buick forty-nine
If you're after getting the honey
I hear what you're saying, I hear what he's saying
Notice how the door closes when the chimes of freedom ring
That soul is hard to find
Then you don't go killing all the bees
Ain't drinking from no well locked in a factory
Hey, look there goes
Lord, there goes Martin Luther King
Hey, that's what the people are saying, no berries on the trees
Hey, I hear what you're saying
Hey, down along the road
If you're after getting the honey, hey
Hey, I hear what he's saying
Hey, there ain't no berries on the trees
Hey, it's what the people are saying
If you're after getting the honey, hey
Black sheep of the angels riding, riding down the line
Let the summertime sun
You're checking out the honey, baby
We think there is a soul, we don't know
And we know every road, go go
It's what the people are saying
Hey, look there goes
Then you don't go killing all the bees
There ain't no berries on the trees
