Radar

Here's another tale, that's all my own Just simply because I'm bored If you don't like it, well, that's ok For I'm used to being ignored Once upon a time, not too long ago In a land, just down the street Lived a man with one big ear Someone you just gotta meet Everyone called him "Radar" I'm sure, you can probably guess why You'd see him walking down the street Tilting his head toward the sky He said he was listening for messages We thought he meant from space Come to find out, it was only his wife (It was written all over his face) Did I mention he had a big ear? It was three times bigger than his head The neighbors would argue, six blocks over And he could hear every word they said He could even hear the football game And he lived three miles away Well, that was only if he stood outside And, it wasn't raining that day That ear would come in handy He found him a really good job I hear he works for the FBI They use him to spy on the Mob That's my story about Radar I guess, it's time to disappear I'll tell you when I write another one So ya'll keep an ear out, hear?