Searchin' for your contacts yeah
What do you see
Rows of cups are all around
Looking wrong, they don't look round

(What do you know?)
Trying not to sway
Walking round like Seymour Haze, goin sideways
(What does this show?)
Wear your specs always
Contacts make your eyes pay each and ev'ry day

Oh Oh
You can't see the little children all around
Oh Oh
You trip over them and fall right to the ground

When you're driving without contacts yeah
Any time of day
See the traffic? er, heck, no
Just carry on, you'll clear the road

(Oh why hello)
"Aren't you Mister Day?"
He's talking to the postbox, say's "I like your socks"
(He doesn't know)
Why folks stay away
They think he's going barmy. I'm alarmed! me

Oh Oh,
he can't see the little children all around
Oh Oh,
he just steps on them and grinds them in the ground

When he's looking for his contacts yeah
What can he see?
All the faces looking blurred
He's a hmmmm now what's the word?

(Blind as a bat)
He can't see his waaay
(And worse than that)
He can lose his waaay
He can't see to paaay