[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
lt's hard to feel big
Feeding the turtle
And walking the pig
lt'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
The fact that I'm different
Is easy to see
So why doesn't anybody
Know it but me?
I'm extraordinary
I need to 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 could 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 me!