Hello, this is a song
'bout a guy called Mitch Mover
A strange little character
That's what he is
Keeps collecting bu*terflies and bees
And things like that, you know
Early in the morning when the sun goes up
Mitch Mover awakes and he drinks a cup
Of tea and he takes his botanical case
On his back, oh boy, what a chase
bu*terflies and bees, they can't stand him anymore
There he goes again
Good luck and I'll see you again
Tonight when he is tired of chasing hornets
He admires a boy
At night he selects all the insects
And carefully he puts pins through their heads
Peering through the gloom, it seems as if his room
Was a biological museum
bu*terflies and bees, they won't fly anymore
There he goes again
Good luck and I'll see you again
Tonight when he is tired of chasing hornets
He admires a boy
Mitch Mover, Mitch Mover, Mitch Mover