(A.Moore/C.Dowd)



I like to hide behind my glasses

When I feel uptight

I like to hide behind my glasses

When I'm trippin' in the strobelight

I like to hide behind my glasses

So I can give you all dirty looks

And they won't know what I'm thinking

Like I hate you, incompetent, moron, son of a jerk

In another world behind shaded lens

Doctor Jekyll, Mr. Hyde, Link-A-Side

In another world behind shaded lens

Doctor Jekyll, Mr. Hyde, Link-A-Side

I like to HIDE behind my glasses

So I can disappear to run and hide

I like to HIDE behind my glasses

So in myself I can confide

I like to HIDE behind my glasses

So I can make the boss a little man

I'll take my underdog supersauce pill

To beat the bullies and save the land

To beat the bullies and save the land

But when I take off my glasses I shrink down again

They interrupt my psychadelic kingdom and

They think they can whip me with MY SILVER PEN

SO DON'T ASK ME WHY I PUT ON MY GLASSES AGAIN

DON'T ASK ME WHY I PUT ON MY GLASSES AGAIN

I MUST REPEAT MYSELF BECAUSE I HAVE TO WIN

SO DON'T ASK ME WHY I PUT ON MY GLASSES AGAIN

I like to hide behind my glasses

When I'm trippin' in the strobelight