[PIPPIN] 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 That's the reason I'll never be The kind of man who dwells On how moths got into the tapestry Or why the dungeon smells Oh, it's hard to feel special, it's hard to feel big Feeding the turtle and walking the pig It's so secondary To someone who is very Extraordinary like me If the moat won't stop leaking And the goat won't stop shrieking And the griffin keeps losing its hair If the west wing is rotting And our best wine is clotting Well, I'm terribly sorry but I don't care I've got to be someone who lives All of his life in superlatives When you're extraordinary You gotta do extraordinary things Every so often a man has a day He truly can call his Well, here I am to seize my day If someone would just tell me when the hell it is Oh 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 meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
