Stevie's sight's denied, you know
Rodriguez can't read signs, you know
I guess though
They get on just fine despite being blind

Ludwig did just fine, you know
With symph'ny number nine, you know
Hang on though!
"Beethoven was deaf", thinks I, "but not blind"

They weren't mad "bout oculars all furled
It's so rad, they've conquer-ed the world
I thought maybe that it stinks, you know
To spy not anything, you know
I guess though
With Rorschach inkblots they'd be in a bind

Braill-y text reads fine, you know
Dark glasses wall their minds, you know
White canes? NO!
They don't need no sticks to walk in straight lines

It's too bad they've seen none of the world
These two lads (and Keller for the girls)
Can't see babies, thighs and swings and snow
Or fire-y flies with wings aglow
Or talk shows
Maybe that's a blessing wrapped in disguise
Fate has smited thee, and sight's ill-defined