Don't Let the Stars Get In Your Eyes - Steve Goodman

Don’t let the stars get in your eyes

If you’ve got water on the brain

Don’t light the flame or you’ll be to blame

The spark of love may take your breath

The water starts a-streamin'

Your ears will start to steamin'

And you’ll perculate yourself to death

Too many fights, too many scars

Too many knots upon my head

(Two, three, four, five, six, seven, now!)

Love was in bloom, then she lowered the bloom

And now I wish that I was dead bloom?

She’s got me educated

My eyes are granulated

'Cause she hit me with the sugar bowl

(In my bloomers)

Her teeth were like the stars above because they come out every night

Her hair so fair, she laid it on a chair

Because I seen it a-layin' there

I cocked an eye at her.

She cocked an eye at me

And we just set there cockeyed as could be

Don’t let the stars get in your eyeball sockets