(Mu-mu-mu...mushroom men)
You may see horses try to fly A dog with periwinkle eyes But peppered earth with chunks of sky Now there's a sight worth seein'
When sod gets moist with dewy flow And the fungus spores they start to show And if you're sharp and in the know You may spy a different bein'
(Mu-mu-mu-....mushroom men)
I lean my head on a window pane And stare out cat-eyed through the rain And though the dim's an awful strain I think I've seen a mushroom man I think I've seen a mushroom man
(Mu-mu-mu...mushroom men)
Boletes, boletes, I'm looking for boletes Boletes, boletes, I'm looking for boletes
(Mu-mu-mu...mushroom men)
Be it seven sons or seven trout They came to see with throbbing doubt The fungi as they pranced about
(Mu-mu-mu...mushroom men)
Now when mares eat oats and does eat oats It's time to get your glasses checked Cause surely you're mistaken