Eyeball festival

My sweet little girl just said hello
Just before she had to go
I guess she saw my party dish
With eyeballs pricked on little sticks

No yelling girls on the telephone
No yelling girls
No-one’s gnawing at my bones
No-one’s waiting in the hall
No-one loves to see my eyeball festival

If you look at the table there are sugared mice
You can eat them all if you leave to me the eyes
There’s a rotting cat in my saxophone
If you don’t like to eat it I will do it alone

No yelling girls on the telephone
No yelling girls
No-one’s gnawing at my bones
No-one’s waiting in the hall
No-one loves to see my eyeball festival

Eyeballs jumping, eyeballs dance on a cord
Eyeballs kiss your wife and drive in your Ford
Eyeballs rocking, eyeballs play the guitar
Eyeballs will drink a beer with you at the bar

Well, the clock strikes twelve and nobody here
Only my eyeballs playing Shakespeare
If you are ungrateful and this is not what you want
I can always open my eyeball restaurant

No yelling girls on the telephone
No yelling girls
No-one’s gnawing at my bones
No-one’s waiting in the hall
No-one loves to see my eyeball festival

Eyeballs jumping, eyeballs dance on a cord
Eyeballs kiss your wife and drive in your Ford
Eyeballs rocking, eyeballs play the guitar
Eyeballs will drink a beer with you at the bar, yeah

Eyeball festival
Eyeball festival

© 1993 Song and lyrics by Paul Schenk and Hans Schipperijn
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