A glass eye I use to spy
I've got little tiny teeth that tell a golden lie
My feet are small; I'm not that tall
I will tell you the truth, but really not at all
I'm small like a superball
Throw me at the wall
I'm fragile like an eggshell
I'm mad as hell
My teeth are gold; I'm not that old
I would tell you the truth, but I'm not that bold
Hook me with your hand; my mouth is full of sand
Everything I say ends with and
I'm small like a superball
Throw me at the wall
I'm fragile like an eggshell
I'm mad as hell
I'm small like a superball
Throw me at the wall
I'm fragile like an eggshell
I'm mad as hell
