Ah,
ask the birds and ask the bees,
ask the breeze and ask the trees,
and they will tell
you who's unjust,
that man to man you could never trust,
and they will tell you too, my
friend,
and that's the last to the end.
I listen and hear them say,
flesh is deceiving in every
way.
I take a trip up to the stars,
I take a chance and fly by Mars,
I ask the man in
the moon above,
they're the same thing they were speaking of,
ask the birds and ask the bees,
ask the breeze and ask the trees,
they will tell you who's unjust,
a man to man you could never trust.
I take a trip up to the stars,
I take a chance and fly by Mars,
I ask the man in the moon above,
they're the same thing they were speaking of,
ask the birds and ask the bees,
ask the breeze and ask the trees,
they will tell you who's unjust,
a man to man you could never trust,
and they will tell you who's unjust,
a man to man you could never trust.