Thomas Alan "Tom" Waits (born December 7, 1949) is an American singer-songwriter, composer and actor. Waits has a distinctive voice, described by critic Daniel Durchholz as sounding "like it was soaked in a vat of bourbon bourbon whiskey , left hanging in the smokehouse for a few months, and then taken outside and run over with a car." With this trademark growl, his incorporation of pre-rock music styles such as blues, jazz, and vaudeville,... [read more] Eyeball Kid - Lyrics
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 showbiz child
The seventh of December nineteen fortynine
They got what theyd been wishing for all of the time
He grew up in a trailer, by the time he was nine
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 twentyseven dollars just to go his bail
I said your name will be in lights, and theres no doubt
But you got to have a manager, thats what its all about
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The people would point, the people would stare
Ill always be here to protect you and to cut down on the glare
I know you cant speak, I know you cant sign
So cry right here on the dotted line
Hail, hail, The Eyeball Kid
Well, he was born without a body, not even a brow
I made the kid a promise, I made the kid a vow
Hes not conventionally handsome, hell never be tall
He said, All you got to do is book me into Carnegie Hall
Hes just a little bitty thing, hes just a little guy
But women go crazy for the big blue eye
How does he dream, how does he think
When he cant even speak and he cant even blink
I said: Hail, hail
The Eyeball Kid
Hail, hail
The Eyeball Kid
Hail, hail
Eyeball Kid
Give it up and throw me down a couple of quid
Everybody wants to see the Eyeball Kid
They say, how does he dream, how does he think
When he cant even speak, and he cant even blink
Were all lost in the wilderness, were blind as can be
He came down to teach us how to really see
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
So give it up and throw me down a couple of quid
Everybody wants to see the Eyeball Kid
Give it up and throw me down a couple of quid
Everybody wants to see the Eyeball Kid
Give it up, give it up
Give it up and throw me down a couple of quid
Everybody will want to see the Eyeball Kid
Eyeball Kid
Eyeball Kid
Oh, Eyeball Kid
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