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Beautiful Eyes

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"Beautiful Eyes" is a song that Homer wrote about Marge a while back that described her every feature in the episode "Little Orphan Millie". The music was written by Alf Clausen and the lyrics by Mick Kelly.

Lyrics[edit]

Homer:
Oh, I'll never remember what color Marge's eyes are. Uh...brown? No. Orange? No. Elm? Rake? Guessing? Oh.
Grampa:
(laughs) Well, well, look who's strolling down Alzheimer Avenue. You used to know everything about that wife of yours, even wrote a song about her.
Homer:
A song? (gasps) Wait, it's coming back to me!
The girl I love's got beautiful hair,
A blue bouffant from here to there.
Snow white teeth and lips of red,
She's my Wilma to my Fred.
Oh, the girl I love's got beautiful (gasps) eyes!
When happy, they sparkle, when sad, they cries.
Those eyes are gems beyond appraisal
Stunning shade of purest—
Oh, what is it? I was so close! Let's see, what rhymes with appraisal? Basil, nasal. None of these are colors. Oh, it's hopeless. She'll never love me again.
Marge:
Oh, Homie. I'd forgotten that beautiful song you wrote for me.
(Homer finally looks at her eyes and sees that they are colored...)
Homer:
Hazel! Your eyes are hazel! Hazel like the pussy willows by the pond where we first kissed, like the almond paste in the bear claw I ate after we first made love.