I am the walrus, And you are an eye I saw you last night, With a French fry How dare you cheat on me, With that salty thing! If you hold it to your eyeball self, Won't it start to sting? How could you leave me? For him and his ketchup house Knowing that someday He'd get eaten by a mouth How could you stand his touch Filled with grease And his crisp kiss That's salty, not sweet I remember those nights I'd gaze in you, the eye Your blink against my tusk And I'd start to cry He'll never know you, Like me though, Does he know when it's too hot, You'll turn black and explode? Does he know you need goggles, When working with wood, And to keep you away from sharp things? You'd think that he would Why did you do it? You hurt me so I have fat too, It's not as tasty though Don't leave me my love Without telling me why Oh well I guess, There is still my left eye