Extraordinary

Patchin' the roof

And pitchin' 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 door boards 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, oh, oh-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!