There he sits so sad and lonely, wondering, “does anyone notice me?” Why don’t you go fly off your branch? And go and attack the poor and innocent.
O, you’re an evil insect, I won’t surrender,
won’t read your butterfly propaganda. I’ll shut these ears and I swear I won’t hear a word.
You want to go and fly away, and bomb someone who ain’t my enemy. You look so good, with your beautiful wings, but I know the terror that they can bring. ‘Cause you’re an evil insect, I won’t surrender, won’t read your butterfly propaganda. I’ll shut these ears and I swear I won’t hear a word.