Hide Behind My Glasses

I like to hide behind my gla*ses When I feel uptight I like to hide behind my gla*ses When I'm trippin' in the strobelight Hide behind my gla*ses So I can give you all dirty looks Like I hate you Incompetent... moron... son of a... son of a... son of jerk ! In another world behind the shaded lens Doctor jekyll, mr hyde, link-a-side In another world behind the shaded lens Doctor jekyll, mr hyde, link-a-side I like to hide behind my gla*ses So I can disappear to run and hide I like to hide behind my gla*ses So in myself I can confide I like to hide behind my gla*ses So I can make the boss the little man I'll take my underdog supersauce pill To beat the bullies and save the land To beat the bullies and save the land And sa-ave, sa-ave, sa-ave, save the land ! But when I take off my gla*ses I shrink down again They interrupt my psychedelic kingdom and They think they can whip me With my silver pen So don't ask me why I put on my gla*ses again ! Don't ask me why I put on my gla*ses again ! I must repeat myself because I have to win ! So don't ask me why I put on my gla*ses again ! I like to hide behind my gla*ses (repeat) When I'm trippin' in the strobelight (repeat)