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