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Counting Crows

Ordinary Superman

 

Ordinary Superman

(album: She Likes The Weather - 1991)


He's unimaginative at his best but you know that's all right
We like the way he sings
He's unimaginative at his work but we say that that's OK
He's made for better things
He's not intelligent, we like the way he dances, yeah
But you wanna talk about this, and talk about that
And everything he says is just impossibly fast
He's never that bad, he's never that good
He's always just a little bit and over understood
And you say, "He's un-American, a little bit."
And you think that that's so cool
You like a little bit, and if he's un-American a little bit
Then you think that he's no fool
Not matter if he is
So alternative, he likes to take our chances
And you wanna talk about this, talk about that
And everything he said is just impossibly crass
He's never that bad, he's never that good
He's always just a little bit and over understood
And you say, "He's not intelligent, we like the way he dances."
He's hearing voices he can't attribute to the ordinary noise
What do you swallow to relax you ordinarily?
He's looking forward to a little rest
But you know that he's so tired
He's fallen in a jar
And everybody's sympathetic more or less even if he's bombed or wired
It's just the way we are
He's so alternative, he likes the blue romances
But you wanna talk about this and talk about that
And everything he does is just impossibly fast
He's never that bad, he's never that good
He's always just a little bit and over understood
And you say, "he's so alternative, he like to take our chances."
He's hearing voices he can't attribute to the ordinary noise
What do you swallow to relax you ordinarily?
Who's gonna explain this mess to the mother of an ordinary boy?
Who was expected to act extra ordinarily
But you wanna talk about this, talk about that
And everything he says is just impossibly fast
He's never that bad, he's never that good
He's always just a little bit ah ah ah ah
I don't wanna talk about it, I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna talk about it, I don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna talk about it, I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna no no no no no no yeah

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