We begin the sad tale when Terry was young When Enid Blyton proved lots of fun But his vision didn't dim his adventurous nights He read the Secret Seven under artificial lights
Oh dear what's with Terry Oh dear it's not right The local girls are not so pretty But they all look the same through Terry's sight
Then came the day Terry always did dread Christmas had come a present lay on his bed A Johnny 7 or a cuddly toy? No horn-rimmed glasses fit for a boy
Oh dear what's with Terry Oh dear it's not right The local girls are not so pretty But they all look the same through Terry's sight
Wearing glasses never became the craze So the years they passed in a hazy daze Even at matches he'd shout and roar Pretending he'd seen another George Best goal
Being Joe 90 has proved a success But he's no Clark Gable never the less They found the answer to this classic case It wasn't the glasses its his horrible face
Oh dear what's with Terry Oh dear it's not right The local girls are not so pretty But they all look the same through Terry's sightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
