Extraordinary

Patching the roof and pitching the hay

Is not my idea of a perfect day

When you're extraordinary

You gotta do extraordinary things

I'm not the type who loses sleep

Over the size of the compost heap

When you're extraordinary

You think about extraordinary things

Oh, I once knew a man, he lived each day the same

Safe and sane and swell

And when they told me he died, I didn't cry

All I could say was: "How could they tell?"

Oh, lookin' at life from deep in a rut

May give you a view of the sunshine, but

It's unnecessary for someone who is very

Extraordinary like me

If the floorboards are squeaking and the doorboards are leaking

And the chimney's in need of repair

If the garden has brambles and the yard is in shambles

Well, I'm terribly sorry but I don't care

I've got to be someone who lives

All of his life in superlatives

I'm extraordinary

I gotta do extraordinary things

The fact that I'm special is easy to see

So why doesn't anybody see it but me?

I'm extraordinary

I need to do extraordinary things

Oh, give me my chance, and give me my wings

And don't make me think about everyday things

They're so secondary

For someone who is very

Extraordinary

Like me!