Alanis Morissette's Song: Knees of my Bees

[Monique]

Does that title have any specific meaning?

The lyrics of this song by Alanis Morissette puzzle me

We share a culture same vernacular
Love of physical humor and time spent alone
You with your penchant for spontaneous advents
For sticky and raspy, unearthed and then gone

You are a gift renaissance with a wink
With tendencies for conversations that raise bars
You are a sage who is fueled by compassion
Comes to nooks and crannies as balm for all stars

You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
You make the knees of my bees weak

You are a spirit that knows of no limit
That knows of no ceiling who baulks at dead-ends
You are a wordsmith who cares for his brothers
Not seduced by illusion or fair-weather friends

You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
You make the knees of my bees weak

You are a vision who lives by the signals of
Stomach and intuition as your guide
You are a sliver of god on a platter
Who walks what he talks and who cops when he's lied

You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
You make the knees of my bees weak
You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
You make the knees of my bees weak
You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
You make the knees of my bees weak

 

[brewnog]

Alanis Morissette's lyrics are widely regarded as "utter cobblers".

 

[Evo]

There is an old expression "the bees knees". If something is "the bees knees" it's good. Maybe she got it from that and twisted it into something that makes no sense.

 

[hypnagogue]

"We share a culture same vernacular" and "You are a wordsmith" could hint that it was some sort of inside joke-ish kind of thing between them. Barring that, it just looks like a pun on the colloquial expressions "the bees' knees" and "you make me weak in the knees."

 

[the number 42]

It is obvious that the person she is singing about has such charisma and massive butt that even the knees of Alanis' pet bees turned to jelly. Bee owners see this phenomneon all the time. I have been told that a visit by Dolly Parton to Somerset in 1974 crippled the honey market there for two consecutive years.