Lyrics:

Well Zenora Bariella And Coriander Pyle They had sixteen children In the usual style They had a curio museum And they had no guile All they ever wanted Was a show biz child So on the 7th of Dec. 1949 They got what They'd been wishing for All of the time He grew up in a trailer By the time he was 9 He rolled off to join The circus... telling fortunes On the side Hail Hail, the Eyeball kid Well the first time I saw him Was a Saigon jail Cost me 27 dollars Just to go his bail I said your name will Be in lights... And that's no doubt But you got to have A manager that's what It's all about People would point People would stare I'll always be here To protect you and to Cut down on the glare I know you can't speak I know you can't sign So cry right here on The dotted line Hail Hail, the Eyeball kid Well he was born with out a body Not even a brow I made the kid a promise I made the kid a vow He's not conventionally handsome He'll never be tall He said 'all you got to do is Book me into Carnegie Hall' Hail Hail, the Eyeball kid He's just a little bitty thing He's just a little guy But women go crazy For the big blue eye They say how does he Dream? How does he think When he can't ever speak And he can't ever blink? I said Hail Hail, the Eyeball kid Hail Hail, the Eyeball kid Give it up and throw me down A couple of quic Everybody wants to see The Eyeball kid How dies he dream How does he think -aca