Little Jimmy just bought high top sneakers Wants to fly high like his heroes can He’s got the smile like Michael Jordan In the schoolyard, Jimmy, he’s the man I’m sitting here watching his heart beating He’s ten feet tall, all five feet four of him Come six o’clock working out his foul shot Who we fooling, Mama’s calling, she smiles and says
You and me, we’re ordinary people Living in our ordinary lives We can be ordinary people These are extraordinary times
She lives alone, got four kids through high school She cleans houses and she takes in wash at night You’d never know that she don’t have much Because she’s rich with the things money can’t buy She don’t need clothes, she don’t want diamonds Don’t need a brand new car to drive in What she’s got is love and that’s a lot At least it’s a good start
You and me, we’re ordinary people Living in our ordinary lives We can be ordinary people These are extraordinary times
Everybody want’s to be somebody Everybody wants to be someone We only want to watch the game on Sunday Sit back, catch a little buzz Ain’t nobody wants to be nobody Everybody wants a little love Everybody wants to be the hero And ride into the setting sun
You and me, we’re ordinary people Living in our ordinary lives We can be ordinary people These are extraordinary times
And I’ve got dreams like ordinary people I can see them when I close my eyes at night Can’t you see we’re ordinary people These are extraordinary timesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
