Oui, Monsieur PapillonJe mange ton homme jambonYes, Mister ButterflyI eat your ham manI see your ham manSo delicate and sweetI simply have to eat himHe’s fashioned out of pig meatOui, Monsieur PapillonJe mange ton homme jambonYes, Mister ButterflyI eat your ham manHe is deliciousSo tasty and completeA little like a porridge manBut not as oatyOui, Monsieur PapillonJe mange ton homme jambonYes, Mister ButterflyI eat your ham manSleep, Pretty ButterflyAlone in your dreamsI must eat your man of hamWhile you are asleepYour unconscious chrysalisOblivious to meAnd my burglaryAnd when you come awakeYou get so mad at meYou turn into a caterpillarAnd suck my bones dryAnd I become a pillarOf hoover dust and gritAnd I begin to wish thatI didn’t eat itOui, Monsieur PapillonJe mange ton homme jambonYes, Mister ButterflyI eat your ham man
Oui, Monsieur PapillonJe mange ton homme jambonYes, Mister ButterflyI eat your ham manI see your ham manSo delicate and sweetI simply have to eat himHe’s fashioned out of pig meatOui, Monsieur PapillonJe mange ton homme jambonYes, Mister ButterflyI eat your ham manHe is deliciousSo tasty and completeA little like a porridge manBut not as oatyOui, Monsieur PapillonJe mange ton homme jambonYes, Mister ButterflyI eat your ham manSleep, Pretty ButterflyAlone in your dreamsI must eat your man of hamWhile you are asleepYour unconscious chrysalisOblivious to meAnd my burglaryAnd when you come awakeYou get so mad at meYou turn into a caterpillarAnd suck my bones dryAnd I become a pillarOf hoover dust and gritAnd I begin to wish thatI didn’t eat itOui, Monsieur PapillonJe mange ton homme jambonYes, Mister ButterflyI eat your ham man