Lyrics Extraordinary - Matthew James Thomas

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!