Mushroom Men - Les Claypool

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

Boletes, boletes

Don’t touch the amanitas

Look out for amanitas

(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

M-m-m-m-mushroom men

(Mu-mu-mu…mushroom men)

Now when mares eat oats and does eat oats

And jackalopes eat bacon

It’s time to get your glasses checked

Cause surely you’re mistaken

M-m-m-m-mushroom men