Songtext von Extraordinary

Patching the roof, and pitching the hay Is not my idea of the perfect day When you're Extraordinary You gotta do Extraordinary things Now I'm not the type who loses sleep Over the size of the compost heap When you're Extraordinary You think about Extraordinary Things While there's Bassey, Bacherach, Redford and Rickels,I don't wanna hear 'Bout Mrs Olsen's specially blended brew Or new all temper cheer I'm just not consumed by that burning desire For boiling a chicken or changing a tyre It's so secondary, to someone who is very Extraordinary like me Who has Kissinger dated,Fritz the Cat is x-rated William Proxmyra's flashing new hair Jackie's poodle needs clipping,Liz's diamonds need dipping Rhona Baron is flipping, but I don't care I gotta be someone who lives All of her life in superlatives When you're Extraordinary You gotta do extraordinary things So give me my chance, and give me my wings And don't make me think about everyday things They're unnecessary to someone who is very Extraordinary like me I'm special!