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