For eyes, what you gonna do now
  Fore 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
  
  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
  
  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
  And please recall that after all he
  wears them on his face