Beehive Lyrics

Was a third hand rumour on a landline

In a corner telephone box

You gotta see this band, I'm tellin' ya man

It's so good let's get goin'

A public bar band in Melbourne town

Was never too hard to find

But all new to me and it gave a thirst

For that once a week local and live

Was just like a beehive

Trains and trams would take so long

But we never missed a song

Three sets of tunes was never enough

So we'd roll up our thoughts and fall in the dark

And run through the city to find the last song

But it was never enough

No it was never enough

Catch you on the Sandringham line

7.55 express

A pot and a joke at The Corner at eight

Always just enough time

Loud speakers sat on the tables

The band just stood on the floor

I remember the smell & the taste of the beer

Was underage & willin'

Country electric slide guitar

To Waits and Young and their own

First set slow to me and one man

And the last to one hundred or more