My parents mustve disliked me. they left me in the lurch

Packed me in a basket which was left in a church

It was found by a nun

Who took one peep and run

Screaming theres an eye in the middle of his head!

The man in charge reflected and then to me he said,

all men are born equal. you can earn your daily bread;

Go now to the belfry

Where the bats are blind and cant see

Theres an eye in the middle of your head.

I sat there in the gloom, thought about my lousy luck;

At least if your bodys offensive then your clothes cover it up

But my forehead is quite smooth

Except for one circular groove

And thats the eye in the middle of my head.