I’ve got a cat, and plain to see,
his eyes are different as you and me:
the left one’s red, the right one’s green;
great for Christmas, but not Halloween.
All my life I thought it strange;
now my estimation’s due to change,
cuz I’ve seen something new:
those crazy eyes on you!

You got crazy, hazy, googly, woogly eyes.
I’d like to find a pair (or: I’d like to pop them out)
and try them on for size.
You got red orange yellow green blue and brown;
you’re a technicolor marvel when you look around,
but I prefer you train them straight on me!
I fantasize that those big eyes
are windows to you soul;
they talk all about true colors,
but yours is a complete rainbow!
I can’t theorize, hypothesize,
why I’ve fallen for those great big eyes,
your crazy, hazy, googly, woogly,
made-me-love-you eyes.

Excuse me if I over-emphasize,
but you make peacocks green with envy
at your eyes.
You got silver, copper, red green yellows and blues;
I heard Crayola sent a spy to match your hues.
Now someday, some way,
if I may be so bold,
I’ll be the one to uncover
that your rainbow has a heart of gold!
I can’t verbalize, or summarize;
guess I’ll have to just improvise,
’bout your crazy, hazy, googly, woogly,
made-me-love-you eyes, yes sir!
Those made-me-love-you eyes.

I can’t verbalize, or summarize;
guess I’ll have to just harmonize
’bout your crazy, hazy, googly, woogly,
made-me-love-you eyes!