4 Eyes - 2003 Remaster

Four eyes, what you gonna do now?
 Four 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
 Four eyes, what you gonna do now?
 Four eyes, and how much do you see now?
 How many fingers?
 Ha, ha, ha
 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
 Four eyes, what you gonna do now?
 What you gonna do?
 Four eyes, and how much do you see now?
 How many fingers?
 Ha, ha, ha
 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 let the baby choose his glasses
 And, please, recall that after all he wears them on his face
 Four eyes, what you gonna do now?
 Four eyes, and how much do you see now?
 How many fingers?
 Ha, ha, ha
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