Squinting Optometrist
He blinks so big, I wish I could sit behind those lids
and see what those eyeballs have been seeing just for kicks
He looks at me, blinks big, and swears he's doing well
but if i got behind those lids, i'd say he's not so swell
What's a hard heart say?
What's that eye chart say?
When he can't make the letters out,
'cause his lids are in the way, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
He opens his eyes so big, it's like he just landed on Mars
but then he closes them again and missed all the shooting stars
Sitting on his eyes, I could avert tragedies
they fly, i duck, his lids are like a shield for me
What's a hard heart say?
What's that eye chart say?
When he can't make the letters out,
'cause his lids are in the way, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Don't need to sit on his eyes to know what his eyes have seen
He hides them from me because he's seen the sickness
inside
inside
of me
Sitting in his eyes, it's like I'm in a muscle shell
Not like a conch held to your ear where you hear the music swell
If i could make his muscle shell talk, I'd be the best ventriloquist
but he's squinting at eye charts like the world's worst optometrist
What's a hard heart say?
What's that eye chart say?
When he can't make the letters out,
'cause his lids are in the way, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
they're in the way
i'm in the way
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there are many times when you might wish to hear the music from within the bowels of a conch.
conch-you hear the music?
The anthem for optometrists everywhere! It's about time!. This new updated version includes horns from Roger Lent.
Written in 2002
