Oh, can’t you see?
You misjudged me, baby
I look like a farmer, but I’m a lover
Can’t judge a book by lookin’ at the cover
Can’t judge a sugar by lookin’ at the pan
Can’t judge a woman by lookin’ at her man
Can’t judge a one by lookin’ at the other
Can’t judge a book by lookin’ at the cover
Oh, can’t you see?
You misjudged me
I look like a farmer, but I’m a lover
Can’t judge a book by lookin’ at the cover
You can’t judge a fish by lookin’ in the pond
Can’t judge a right by lookin’ at the wrong
Can’t judge a one by lookin’ at the other
You can’t judge a book by lookin’ at the cover
Oh, can’t you see?
You misjudged me
I look like a farmer, but I’m a lover
Can’t judge a book by lookin’ at the cover
Can’t judge an apple by lookin’ at the tree, baby
Can’t judge a honey by lookin’ at the bee
Can’t judge a daughter by lookin’ at the mother
You can’t judge a book by lookin’ at the cover
Oh, can’t you see?
You misjudged me
I look like a farmer, but I’m a lover
Can’t judge a book by lookin’ at the cover
Mike: And now, here he is, what is considered by some to be the world’s best lookin’ midget, David Thomas Jones, baby!
Davy: Hello.