Lyrics What's with Terry - The Undertones

What's with Terry

We begin our sad tale when Terry was young
When Enid Blyton proved lots of fun
But his vision dimmed his adventurous nights
He, the Secret Seven under artificial lights
Oh dear, what’s with Terry?
Oh dear, it’s not right
The local girls are not so pretty
But they are if you see 'em through Terry’s sight
Then came the day Terry always did dread
Christmas had come, a present lay on his bed
A Johnny 7 or a cuddly toy?
No, horn-rimmed glasses — fit for a boy!
Oh dear, what’s with Terry?
Oh dear, it’s not right
The local girls are not so pretty
But they are if you see 'em through Terry’s sight
Wearing glasses never became a craze
So the years, they passed in a hazy daze
Even at matches, he’d shout and roar
Pretend he’d seen another George Best goal
Being Joe 90 has proved a success
But he’s no Clark Gable nevertheless
They found the answer to this classic case
It wasn’t the glasses — it’s his horrible face!
Oh dear, what’s with Terry?
Oh dear, it’s not right
The local girls are not so pretty
But they are if you see 'em through Terry’s sight
Oh dear, what’s with Terry?
Oh dear, it’s not right
The local girls are not so pretty
But they are if you see 'em through Terry’s sight