Lyrics
Patchin' the roof
And hitchin' 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 Gacy, Baccarat, Redford, and Rickles
I don't wanna hear
About Misses Olsen's specially blended brew
Or new All Tempa Cheer
I'm just not consumed by that burning desire
For boiling a chicken
Or changing a tire
It's so secondary
To someone who is very
Extraordinary
Like me
Who has Kissinger dated
Fritz the Cat is X rated
William Proxmire is flashing new hair
Jackie's poodle needs clipping
Liz's diamonds need dipping
Rona Barrett is flipping and 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