My beetle bee
In summer, you were my saddle ride,..
My sunflower bright and friends...
O friend, O friend
In winter my carriage horse,..
We made it through bad weathers,..
Keeping my seat warm,..
On snow slippery roads slide,..
When shofar horns called out..
Chauffeurs, Seans and Viennas made of us,..
Riding to London to see the princesses..
And the prince in Royal Berkshire..
Beautiful like an Arabian princesses..
You had all the looks,..u bug..
Skin tone, summery green yellowish bright,..
O stop it you bug
You stood out,
To be seen a mile away, a rebel...
Like the odd gem out, steering me to the left ..
To the right with bravado tease
I had a dream and in my dream..
I saw you float, flying like a bee ..
When I woke you were gone..
My bug, my beetle bee
My beetle bee,..
Smooth like the Beatles music..
Smooth rides in cruze..
Summers the best with sparkle
You always made my day bright..
And for that, my dear friend
You will be dearly missed..
Beetle bee, my beetle you