Well Zenora BariellaAnd Coriander PyleThey had sixteen childrenIn the usual styleThey had a curio museumAnd they h
ad no guileAll they ever wantedWas a show biz childSo on the 7th of Dec. 1949They got whatThey'd been wishing forAll of t
he timeHe grew up in a trailerBy the time he was 9He rolled off to joinThe circus... telling fortunesOn the sideHail Hai
l, the Eyeball kidWell the first time I saw himWas a Saigon jailCost me 27 dollarsJust to go his bailI said your name wil
lBe in lights...And that's no doubtBut you got to haveA manager that's whatIt's all aboutPeople would pointPeople would
stareI'll always be hereTo protect you and toCut down on the glareI know you can't speakI know you can't signSo cry right
here onThe dotted lineHail Hail, the Eyeball kidWell he was born with out a bodyNot even a browI made the kid a promise
I made the kid a vowHe's not conventionally handsomeHe'll never be tallHe said 'all you got to do isBook me into Carnegie
Hall'Hail Hail, the Eyeball kidHe's just a little bitty thingHe's just a little guyBut women go crazyFor the big blue ey
eThey say how does heDream? How does he thinkWhen he can't ever speakAnd he can't ever blink?I said Hail Hail, the Eyebal
l kidHail Hail, the Eyeball kidGive it up and throw me downA couple of quicEverybody wants to seeThe Eyeball kidHow die
s he dreamHow does he think -aca