We begin our sad tale when Terry was young When Enid Blyton proved lots of fun But his vision dimmed his adventurous nights He, the Secret Seven under artificial lights Oh dear, what's with Terry? Oh dear, it's not right The local girls are not so pretty But they are if you see 'em 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, horn-rimmed glasses - fit for a boy! Oh dear, what's with Terry? Oh dear, it's not right The local girls are not so pretty But they are if you see 'em through Terry's sight Wearing glasses never became a craze So the years, they passed in a hazy daze Even at matches, he'd shout and roar Pretend he'd seen another George Best goal Being Joe 90 has proved a success But he's no Clark Gable nevertheless They found the answer to this classic case It wasn't the glasses - it's his horrible face! Oh dear, what's with Terry? Oh dear, it's not right The local girls are not so pretty But they are if you see 'em through Terry's sight Oh dear, what's with Terry? Oh dear, it's not right The local girls are not so pretty But they are if you see 'em through Terry's sight