Hey there green eyes you are just in time,
You're under my knife.
I will clean you up and show you then to all of my friends
And we will walk around town hand in hand,
To show them you're mine
And I will write you some rock and roll song that goes something like this...
Whoa-oh hey green eyes,
Whoa-oh just in time,
Whoa-oh I am all that you need
Hey there brown hair you will compliment my image this week,
And we will get along just fine as long as you never speak.
And I'll try not to break your heart darling if you keep smiling.
I'll just keep you on the shelf