I'm as blind as a battery gunner,
Can't read what it says on my cheques,
But they say that I look like a stunner
When I'm wearing these rose-tinted specs.
The glare in the East is unsparing;
The print is illegibly small.
But it helps if you know that you're wearing
The best bloody glasses of all.
I'll swear on Koran or on Bible
Where our dicky-bird bombers are aimed,
And it's cool when I'm eyeball-to-eyeball
To hear I've been perfectly framed.
The shapes in the mountains are ghostly;
When I look at each spirit, it fades.
Have a look at their spooks. Although, mostly,
Take note of my fabulous shades.
