Blues for Two Big Ears

Blue for two big ears
Ears big like bells
Poor old Theodore
Pity my man Ted

The kids would hide
Sneak up behind him with rulers
(Ted you better watch your ass)
'Cause you'll run home with your ears split like cauliflower

Blue for two big ears
Big ears ears big like bells
Poor old Theodore
Well pity little Ted

Well he asked hi ma,
""Please can I grow my hair long?""
(Ted you better turn and run)
Cause she comes back with a razor, a bowl, and a towel
(she's gonna cut your fucking hair off, run)

But then Ted met Michelle
She said, ""With flaps like that you ought to be a jazz cat.""
(Better to hear your sharps and flats)
Now when Ted blows all them ladies they circle more like crows
When he sings gossamers all take wings
When he plays their all fighting like blue jays

Blues for two big ears
Ears big like bells
Poor old Theodore
Well blow my, my man Ted