3. And when the hot winds blow tonight, The dancing bumblebee takes flight. And all the flowers in the field, Prepare their nectar soon to yield. Dance! Dance! Fly! Fly! Behold the dancing bumblebee, And as they gavel round to see, His rhythm burned like raging fire, Impassioned by that sweet desire. Dance! Dance! Fly! Fly! Dance! Dance with me here tonight, I'll make you warm and right, I'll make you warm tonight. Come dance! He danced until the morning came, Until the music's last refrain, And though he knew it soon would end, He'd only live to dance again. Dance! Dance! Fly! Dance! Dance with me here tonight, I'll make you warm and right, I'll make you warm tonight. Come dance! Dance! Dance! Fly! *