Lord I need a warm bed   Away from all these train wrecks   Pretty eyes all drilling for the kill   Another big sensation   Exhausting my affliction   Patterns forming here beyond my will      Oh I know it aint gonna last past the weekend   So don't get your hands caught in the till   You need good eyesight to see through those   And you can't see the creases for the end of your nose   Oh four eyes all of my money's on you.      Now would be a good time   To come clean 'bout the waistline   Swing your hips and floor him like a thief   When they need replacing    Will he still do all the chasing   Tear your stockings off with his false teeth      Oh I know it aint gonna last past the weekend   So don't get your hands caught in the till   You need good eyesight to see through those   And you can't see the creases for the end of your nose    Oh four eyes all of my money's on you