Just an ordinary man with an ordinary wife,
going through ordinary days, living an ordinary life.
He has his ordinary job, receives his ordinary pay,
has his ordinary feelings every ordinary day.

She cleans an ordinary home and cares for her ordinary cat,
calls on her ordinary phone, on ordinary friends to chat.

They drive ordinary cars, think their ordinary thoughts,
wish on their ordinary stars to survive their ordinary spots.
They are the ordinary kind these ordinary folks,
with ordinary minds and ordinary hopes.

Yes, they celebrate ordinary holidays at ordinary times,
have ordinary birthdays and sing ordinary lines.
They enjoy their ordinary music, have their ordinary fun,
under their ordinary moon or under their ordinary sun.

It’s their ordinary style, their ordinary way,
just ordinary people and another ordinary day.

Bullion Grey

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