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