4 Eyes [alternate vocal, extended version] Songtext
von The Lovin’ Spoonful
4 Eyes [alternate vocal, extended version] Songtext
Four eyes, what you gonna do now?
Four eyes, what do you see?
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 rusted 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 much do you see, four eyes?
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 see just where it′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?
Four eyes, how much do you see now?
How much do you see?
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 your 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, what you gonna do now?
What you gonna do?
How many fingers?
Ha, ha, ha
Four eyes, what you gonna do now?
Four eyes, what you gonna do now?
What you gonna do?
How many fingers?
Four eyes, what do you see?
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 rusted 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 much do you see, four eyes?
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 see just where it′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?
Four eyes, how much do you see now?
How much do you see?
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 your 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, what you gonna do now?
What you gonna do?
How many fingers?
Ha, ha, ha
Four eyes, what you gonna do now?
Four eyes, what you gonna do now?
What you gonna do?
How many fingers?
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