| 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?
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| 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 rusted 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?
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| 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?
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| 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 let your baby choose his glasses
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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?
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| Ha ha ha |