Lyrics:

Got one superstition, that's the one I really prize
Got one superstition, that's the one I really prize
I don't like nobody who's got a pair of mean crossed eyes

Had a cross-eyed man, hateful as a man could be
Had a cross-eyed man, hateful as a man could be
Slept with his eyes open, always looking 'cross at me

Gee, but he was ugly, eyed me every way I turn
Gee, but he was ugly, eyed me every way I turn
I could feel him lookin', Lordy, how his eyes did burn

Crossed eyes make me shiver, 'cause they're evil, low and mean
Crossed eyes make me shiver, 'cause they're evil, low and mean
Hateful as the Devil, queerest eyes I've ever seen

Folks who's got them cross-eyes, says they see in vain
Folks who's got them cross-eyes, things they see is always wrong
That's why me and cross-eyes, never gonna get along

If I see a cross-eyed person I was about to meet
If I see a cross-eyed person I was about to meet
I'd just cross my fingers, then I'd walk across the street