My parents must've 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 'there's 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 can't see There's an eye in the middle of your head.' I sat there in the gloom, thought about my lousy luck; At least if your body's offensive then your clothes cover it up But my forehead is quite smooth Except for one circular groove And that's the eye in the middle of my head.
My parents must've 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 'there's 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 can't see There's an eye in the middle of your head.' I sat there in the gloom, thought about my lousy luck; At least if your body's offensive then your clothes cover it up But my forehead is quite smooth Except for one circular groove And that's the eye in the middle of my head.
