Music: Ben Please/Beth Porter/Dan Ojari/Mickey Please
You're a misfit
You're an oddball
You're a freak
Micey ears atop a birdy beak
But I've never seen a bird
So peculiar, so absurd
How about we play a game
Of hide-and-seek, if you can?
As a mouse, to me
You seem to be just terrible
Fitting in is more
Than dress-up and pretend
If it's fitting in you're desperate for
Come down, search no more
I know the perfect place
For you, my friend
For you, I've the perfect place
Not picky, stick with me
What's in a name?
A robin or a mouse?
After all, under the skin
You're all the same
It's what's inside that counts
Fitting in could be a breeze
Just a squash and a squeeze
Brush out those ears
Come along with me
Quick as a glug
You could be sitting snug, perfectly
You don't fit in
But you'd fit into my belly
For you, I've the perfect place
For you, I've the perfect place