Lyrics:
A tickled fancy For painted Nancy A conversation Peace negotiation We walk into the club Thank the heavens above There's a place we can go Your eyes Are like a present from a peasant Oh, and I cherish them so, oh oh There's patient Larry with his canary He's here every week On a big winning streak Boys are raining on him Your eyes are like a present From a peasant, oh, and we cherish them so, oh oh