[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
Oh I once knew a man
He lived each day the same
Safe and sane and swell
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
To someone who is very
Extraordinary like me
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
Oh I once knew a man
He lived each day the same
Safe and sane and swell
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
To someone who is very
Extraordinary like me
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