Fame is a bee. It has a song– It has a sting– Ah, too, it has a wing.

Float like a butterfly. Sting like a bee. You can’t hit what your eyes don’t see.

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. His hands can’t hit what his eyes can’t see. Now you see me, now you don’t. George thinks he will, but I know he won’t.

I’m gonna float like a butterfly and sting like a bee.

I am the onliest person that can float like a butterfly and sting like a bee.