Superball Lyrics

A glass eye I use to spy.
Little tiny teeth that tell a golden lie.
My feet are small, I'm not that tall.
I'll tell you the truth, but really not at all.

I'm small like a superball, throw me at the wall
I'm fragile like an eggshell, I'm mad as hell.

My teeth are gold, I'm not that old.
I would tell you the truth, but I'm not that bold.
[Hook: me with your hand, my mouth is full of sand.]
Everything I say ends with and.

I'm small like a superball, throw me up at the wall
I'm fragile like an eggshell, I'm mad as hell.