Guess what? Pop says he can’t find his black glasses once more;
Says without them he can’t see the baby crawlin’ on the floor.

 

You’d think he’d be careful about things for which he cares;
Hey! They gotta’ either be upstairs, downstairs or somewheres.

 

You go upstairs and look on pop’s computer table top,
While I go downstairs and check in pop’s work shop.

 

Pop says he really has no one but himself to blame;
Says sometimes he can’t even remember the preacher’s last name.

 

Let’s go ask pop for more clues; we’ve looked every place,
There he is! Oh my! They’re sittin’ right there on his face!