What's with Terry - The Undertones

We begin our sad tale when Terry was young

When Enid Blyton proved lots of fun

But his vision dimmed his adventurous nights

He, the Secret Seven under artificial lights

Oh dear, what’s with Terry?

Oh dear, it’s not right

The local girls are not so pretty

But they are if you see 'em through Terry’s sight

Then came the day Terry always did dread

Christmas had come, a present lay on his bed

A Johnny 7 or a cuddly toy?

No, horn-rimmed glasses — fit for a boy!

Oh dear, what’s with Terry?

Oh dear, it’s not right

The local girls are not so pretty

But they are if you see 'em through Terry’s sight

Wearing glasses never became a craze

So the years, they passed in a hazy daze

Even at matches, he’d shout and roar

Pretend he’d seen another George Best goal

Being Joe 90 has proved a success

But he’s no Clark Gable nevertheless

They found the answer to this classic case

It wasn’t the glasses — it’s his horrible face!

Oh dear, what’s with Terry?

Oh dear, it’s not right

The local girls are not so pretty

But they are if you see 'em through Terry’s sight

Oh dear, what’s with Terry?

Oh dear, it’s not right

The local girls are not so pretty

But they are if you see 'em through Terry’s sight