The Eyeballs, the Eyeballs-in-the-Sky

It’s the cosmic peeping-tom
and there’s nowhere to hide from

The Eyeballs, the Eyeballs-in-the-Sky

So you crabs beware
of that cosmic stare
There are naughty things you’d like to do
but you don’t dare
and that scrutinising gaze
has us living in a daze

The Eyeballs, the Eyeballs-in-the-Sky

There’s no deed we can disguise
from them transcendental eyes

The Eyeballs, the Eyeballs-in-the-Sky

So we’re getting rather short
of the pooliversal sport

The Eyeballs, the Eyeballs-in-the-Sky

If you don’t relate
then they’ll seal your fate
and you’ll end up spread out on a seafood plate
So we have to nod and smile
though we want to run a mile

From the Eyeballs, the Eyeballs-in-the-Sky

Because constantly they pry
from their umpire seat on high

The Eyeballs, the Eyeballs-in-the-Sky

We have changed our crabby ways
and no crabby games we plays

The Eyeballs, the Eyeballs-in-the-Sky

No prawnography
for you or me
or we’ll end up in the crabmeat factory
So by night and day we pray
they’ll up and go away

Then we can hide it
from the eyeballs
the Eyeballs, the Eyeballs-in-the-Sky!