We begin the sad tale when Terry was young

When Enid Blyton proved lots of fun

But his vision didn't dim his adventurous nights

He read the Secret Seven under artificial lights

Oh dear what's with Terry

Oh dear its not right

The local girls are not so pretty

But they all look the same through Terry's sight

Then came the day Terry always did dread

Christmas had come a present lay on his bed

A Johnny 7 or a cuddly toy ?

No harm them glasses fit for a boy

Oh dear what's

Wearing glasses never became the craze

So the years they passed in a hazy daze

Even at matches he'd shout and roar

Pretending he'd seen another George Best goal

Being Joe 90 has proved a success

But he's no Clark Gable never the less

They found the answer to this classic case

It wasn't the glasses its his horrible face

Oh dear what's