Four Eyes   (John Sebastian)

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

1966, 1967 Faithful Virtue Music Co., Inc,
"Hums Of The Lovin' Spoonful" Buddah Records