Normal is what you are if you can't be anything better

From the time that I dressed

In my sister's corduroy dungarees

Many have said that I'm mad as a hatter

And I thank them, for their kind flattery

Believing in fact, that the fact of the matter

Is that normal is what you are

If you can't be anything better.

My mum once said play the game,

Just try and fit in

That particular game,

I'm unlikely to win.

But originality, is not the original sin

So I'll say this to the classes that chatter

Normal's what you are

If you can't be anything better.

I heard men should wear uniform, go march in time

Get popular products, from production lines

Wear a suit, with a regular tie

And settle down to a safe nine to five

Anxiously conform to conventional fetters

Secure in the moores living law to the letter

I've seen folk strive to be normal

And end up quite bitter

Because normal's what you are

If you can't be anything better.

Disparagingly average, damned by faint praise

The normal is never the finest of days

Regular never the very best way

Normal rarely really what pays

Would you rather follow fashion

Or be a trend setter?

Normal's what you are

If you can't be anything better.

I've always worn purple

And walked with bare feet

And always found people

Who disapprove vehemently

And I'll tell you this, all types of go-getters

Know normal's what you are

If you can't be anything better.