Mr. Eyes walks through the city. He doesn't miss a thing. He likes the women, but they don't like him. Even his ears have eyes.

Mr. Eyes works at the post office. He's good at his job; he's not too bored. He likes to eat fast food for lunch. He always orders Happy Meals.

Mr. Eyes ain't all that nervous; Mr. Eyes won't cut you down.
Mr. Eyes ain't all that scary; Mr. Eyes won't cut you up.

Mr. Eyes likes to rest in a saline bath--his measurements: 0-40-0. Maybe he could lose some weight. Maybe he could use some advice. Maybe he could just get on with life. He doesn't know for sure.

Mr. Eyes doesn't have a problem with Negroes or homoes, but some of his worst enemies are both. Mr. Eyes has no bladder control problems--not as far as he knows. He don't cry and he ain't shy and he's danced on a few graves in his life.

Mr. Eyes ain't all that nervous; Mr. Eyes won't cut you down.
Mr. Eyes ain't all that scary; Mr. Eyes won't cut you up.