My parents mustve disliked me. they left me in the lurch
Packed me in a basket which was left in a church
It was found by a nun
Who took one peep and run
Screaming theres an eye in the middle of his head!
The man in charge reflected and then to me he said,
all men are born equal. you can earn your daily bread;
Go now to the belfry
Where the bats are blind and cant see
Theres an eye in the middle of your head.
I sat there in the gloom, thought about my lousy luck;
At least if your bodys offensive then your clothes cover it up
But my forehead is quite smooth
Except for one circular groove
And thats the eye in the middle of my head.
