Mitch Mover Lyrics

(G.Kooymans)
Hello, this is a song
'bout a guy called Mitch Mover
A strange little character
That's what he is
Keeps collecting b***erflies 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

b***erflies 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
b***erflies 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