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 its 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 seven or a cuddly toy ?
No harm them glasses fit for a boy
Oh dear what's...
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 ninety 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...

Writer : D. O'NEILL
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group