The Lovin' Spoonful - 4 Eyes Lyrics
For eyes, what you gonna do nowFore eyes, and how much do you see nowHow many fingers, ha ha haWhen your kids that see through plasticwith a harness of elasticSo the girls all think you´re ickyAnd the boys all think you´re queerThen the hinges all get rustyAnd the seventh pair gets bustedSo you graduate to tortoiseShell that makes you look severeWhen you´re so blind they call you BatmanYou can´t even see a fat manYou can´t dig just where he´s at manWithout windows on your eyesBut the frames ain´t your decisionAnd they´re fitted with precisionAnd they magnify your eyes like they´re a pair of cherry piesHere´s a word to all you parentsGive a break to little ClarenceWhen he says the blackboard´s fadin´And the world´s a fuzzy placeMister up in middle classesAnd please recall that after all he wears them on his face