(I've Got) Special Glasses

by Clive James and Pete Atkin

I' got special glasses for my special eyes
Putting extra green into the grass and blue into the skies
By the secret power of keeping
As still as if I'm sleeping
I can play the demon lover in disguise

And the pretty girls of London never know
That it's me that makes their wrists and ankles glow

I' got special glasses for my special glance
They flout the law of gravity, suspend the laws of chance
By the hidden power of blinking
Something like an evening's drinking
I can turn a woman's walk into a dance

And the pretty girls of London never guess
How my power sways a hip and swirls a dress

I' got special glasses for my special stare
Putting sparkle in the raindrops and ozone in the air
By the sudden power of gazing
Something like a searchlight blazing
I can boost the highlights in a head of hair

And the pretty girls of London toss their heads
In a silent storm of yellows, browns and reds

I' got special glasses for my special eyes
Putting extra green into the grass and blue into the skies
By the secret power of looking
I can really start things cooking
I can make a street erupt with eager cries

And the pretty girls of London never know
That I draw the laughter from them as they go
And the pretty girls of London never know
But I swear to them tonight that this is so