Mer-ry is the man, with mo-ney in his ha-nd, and grease be-tween the whe-els, and lamps in his lat-ri-ne Stacks of fresh towels for his wet hands, count-ing up all his toys. Steal-ing tent-fire from the neigh-bors ser-mons from sol-dier boys. Like our young ca-det, whos lords re-qui-re swe-at 'til Spain is on it's a-ss su-ren-dring Phi-lli-pines. Hes stuck in ruts, wear-ing lead pants, bur-ied, chest deep, in a ma-gi-not, won-dring when he'll touch flesh a-gain, next chance he gets he must tell her, oh, You got Ra-di-um Eyes. You got Ra-di-um eyes, yeah, You got Ra-di-um eyes, You got Ra-di-um eyes, yeah, You got Ra-di-um Eyes. Your ra-di-um, your ra-di-um eyes, your ra-di-um. He can see his girl, with tem-por-ra-ry cu-rls, the door-bell fetch-ing ma-id, por fe-te al pe-chine. Shes work-ing chang-ing the bed pans in ci-ties where none but daugh-ters roam, stretch-ers fill eve-ry ca-the-dral, tar-pal-ins drip from each bro-ken dome. You got Ra-di-um Eyes. You got Ra-di-um eyes, yeah, You got Ra-di-um eyes, You got Ra-di-um eyes, yeah. Day meets ni-ght In your ey-es. Day meets ni-ght In your ey-es. You got Ra-di-um eyes, You got Ra-di-um eyes, yeah, you got (blue ey-es), You got Ra-di-um eyes, yeah, you got (blue ey-es), You got Ra-di-um eyes, yeah!
