Interpret:

Cramps, The

Album:

Look Mom No Head!

I went out to eat the other night. 
Picked up my girl at eight. 
In my soup I found a fly. 
But, there beyond my plate. 
Was an eyeball in my martini. 
A highball with a twist. 
One in my linguini, too. 
I said, "There's somethin' 
wrong with this."
Eyeballs, eyeballs, eyeballs. 
Eyeballs everywhere. 
Eyeballs, eyeballs, eyeballs. 
Floating through the air. 
We went to the 'musement park. 
To ride the Tunnel of Love. 
But, when I went to hold her hand. 
There was an eyeball in her glove. 
We went to Lover's Lane. 
To skan for U.F.O.'s. 
You just imagine what I saw. 
When I pulled down her panty hose! 
I took my baby home. 
For a juicy good night kiss. 
But there was an eyballs starin' at me. 
Between her parted lips. 
I went to the institute. 
And asked the doctor there. 
In the department of eyeballs. 
"What's this burden that I bear?" 
He said, "You ain't crazy." 
He said, "You ain't insane." 
"It's just you got an eyeballs in the center of your brain!"