For eyes, what you gonna do now
Fore eyes, and how much do you see now
How many fingers, ha ha ha
When your kids that see through plastic
with a harness of elastic
So the girls all think you`re icky
And the boys all think you`re queer
Then the hinges all get rusty
And the seventh pair gets busted
So you graduate to tortoise
Shell that makes you look severe
When you`re so blind they call you Batman
You can`t even see a fat man
You can`t dig just where he`s at man
Without windows on your eyes
But the frames ain`t your decision
And they`re fitted with precision
And they magnify your eyes like they`re a pair of cherry pies
Here`s a word to all you parents
Give a break to little Clarence
When he says the blackboard`s fadin`
And the world`s a fuzzy place
Mister up in middle classes
And please recall that after all he
wears them on his face
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