Woke up this morning, looked in the mirror,
I swear my face got even weirder.
One eye’s lookin’ east, the other one west,
I’m a Picasso painting at my best.

I got a gouch-eyed ass face, what can I say?
One brow up high, the other halfway.
Crooked smile, a charming disgrace,
Yeah, I’m rockin’ this gouch-eyed ass face.

People stare, but I don’t care,
I’m the best-lookin’ mess at the county fair.
Beauty's in the eye, that’s what they say,
And I got two that can’t find their way.

I got a gouch-eyed ass face, that’s my style,
Lopsided grin and a twist for a while.
Call it what you want, but it’s all me,
Rockin’ that gouch-eyed ass face proudly!

So if you see me, just wave and smile,
I’ll be gouch-eyed struttin’ down the aisle.
Life’s too short to chase perfection’s race,
I’m just fine with my gouch-eyed ass face!
© Brian C. Jobe