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