Four Eyes - The Lovin' Spoonful

Four eyes, what you gonna do now?

Four 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 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 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 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

Four eyes, what you gonna do now?

Four eyes and how much do you see now?

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 and how much do you see now?

How many fingers?

Ha ha ha