Smoke Gets In Your Eyes, Too

One-two-three, one-two-three

Excuse me, your forehead’s on fire
I can tell by the smoke from your eyebrows
And though we have had no formal introduction
Excuse me, your forehead’s on fire

Well say can you stand on your head?
If not, could I stand on it for you?
Maybe right now in a bucket of baking soda
Because your forehead’s on fire

Oh it once happened to me
And I saw no end to the embarrassment
But here’s a helpful hint I have found
Try beating it out with your wrist corsage

Why don’t you just eat your nose
Then you could cut out the middleman
But I’m getting off the subject on hand
That being your forehead on fire

Excuse me, your forehead’s on fire

Album: If Pigs Had Wings

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