Lyrics of 'Extraordinary' by Mama Cass Elliot

Patching the roof, and pitching the hay
Is not my idea of the perfect day
When you're Extraordinary
You gotta do Extraordinary things
Now I'm not the type who loses sleep
Over the size of the compost heap
When you're Extraordinary
You think about Extraordinary Things

While there's Bassey, Bacherach,
Redford and Rickels,I don't wanna hear
'Bout Mrs Olsen's specially blended brew
Or new all temper cheer

I'm just not consumed by that burning desire
For boiling a chicken or changing a tyre
It's so secondary, to someone who is very
Extraordinary like me

Who has Kissinger dated,Fritz the Cat is x-rated
William Proxmyra's flashing new hair
Jackie's poodle needs clipping,Liz's diamonds need dipping
Rhona Baron is flipping, but I don't care

I gotta be someone who lives
All of her life in superlatives
When you're Extraordinary
You gotta do extraordinary things

So 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

I'm special!