I try to be normal, really I do I try not to chew on my hat I sit on the table, eat soup from the ladle I really would like to be fat
If it paid to be straight God knows I'd be straight God knows I'd be straight as a die If I could get it on with a sweet little blonde I swear I would give it a try
I'm an ultraconformist, I walk through the week With my tongue in my pocket, my hand in my cheek But I'd let out a cry as loud as the sky If you could as on orderly guy If you could as an ordinary guy
Singing boo ralla ralla Boo ralla ree Bang dilla mulla too ray Singing boo tirra lirra Moo ralla ralla Filla gorilla today
If it paid to be sane, God knows I'd be sane God knows I could live out a lie If I could get a thrill popping little blue pills I swear I would give it a try
I'm an ultraconformist I sit at my desk With a gun in my pocket, a pain in my chest But I'd let out a cry as loud as the sky If you could as an ordinary guy If you could as an ordinary guy
I'd be an ultraconformist, an orderly man If these dustbin lids didn't just beg to be banged And I'd let out a cry as loud as the sky If you could as an ordinary guy If you could as an ordinary guy
I'm an ultraconformist I walk through the week With my tongue in my wallet, my wad in my cheek But I'd let out a cry as loud as the sky If you could as an ordinary guy If you could as an ordinary guy
Compositor: Nicholas John Currie ECAD: Obra #5379214