He sits in his window and watches the people go by 
They chance to see him 
Gold for this life, than for him is to make mankind
Not for his table 
His eyes then are burning 
His feet ain't going nowhere 
He don't care
Sits in his bookshop and tries to sell you a book
Take a look
Think you better get along now 
You just passed him by 
He won't be here for long now
You can tell all your family 
Move, sweet on you
Two clay men solved the truth  
They're gonna beat down the forces of evil  
Come move, sweet on you, 
Move, sweet on you 
Come move, sweet on you  
Come move, sweet on you  
Come move, sweet on you