| You may see horses try to fly
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| A dog with periwinkle eyes
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| But peppered earth with chunks of sky
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| Now there’s a sight worth seein'
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| When sod gets moist with dewy flow
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| And the fungus spores they start to show
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| And if you’re sharp and in the know
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| You may spy a different bein'
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| (Mu-mu-mu-…mushroom men)
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| I lean my head on a window pane
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| And stare out cat-eyed through the rain
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| And though the dim’s an awful strain
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| I think I’ve seen a mushroom man
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| I think I’ve seen a mushroom man
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| (Mu-mu-mu…mushroom men)
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| Boletes, boletes, I’m looking for boletes
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| Boletes, boletes, I’m looking for boletes
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| Boletes, boletes
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| Don’t touch the amanitas
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| Look out for amanitas
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| (Mu-mu-mu…mushroom men)
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| Be it seven sons or seven trout
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| They came to see with throbbing doubt
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| The fungi as they pranced about
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| M-m-m-m-mushroom men
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| (Mu-mu-mu…mushroom men)
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| Now when mares eat oats and does eat oats
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| And jackalopes eat bacon
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| It’s time to get your glasses checked
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| Cause surely you’re mistaken
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| M-m-m-m-mushroom men |