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Four eyes, what you gonna do now ? |
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Four eyes and how much do you see now ? |
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How many fingers ? Ha ha ha. |
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When your kids that see through plastic with a harness of elastic |
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So the girls all think you're icky and the boys all think you're queer |
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Then the hinges all get rusty and the seventh pair gets busted |
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So you graduate to tortoise shell that makes you look severe. |
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Four eyes, what you gonna do now ? |
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Four eyes and how much do you see now ? |
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How many fingers ? Ha ha ha. |
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When you're so blind they call you Batman, you can't even see a fat man |
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You can't dig just where he's at man without windows on your eyes |
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But the frames ain't your decision and they're fitted with precision |
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And they magnify your eyes like they're a pair of cherry pies. |
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Four eyes, what you gonna do now ? |
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Four eyes and how much do you see now ? |
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How many fingers ? Ha ha ha. |
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Here's a word to all you parents, give a break to little Clarence |
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When he says the blackboard's fadin' and the world's a fuzzy place |
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Mister up in middle classes |
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And, please, recall that after all he wears them on his face. |
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Four eyes, what you gonna do now ? |
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Four eyes and how much do you see now ? |
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How many fingers ? Ha ha ha. |
