An Ordinary Man Lyrics

his head was large,
round and oily,
his hair was died in a weird brown
he wore a big hat
t'was oily like that,
he couldn't help chattering away, all the time

always, always,
oh, always the same things but he's sleeping now..
always, always,
i wonder if one day he'll ever wake up...

his hand was large
yellow and rough
the other one, he lost it someday
on the wrong, big, pink tit!

always, always,
oh, always the same things but he's sleeping now..
always, always,
i wonder if one day he'll ever wake up...

and i,
i don't care
in my mind he's awake...

he left, while trying to show he was doing his best
but he was just a lonely man
and we celebrate, as usual: "lalala"

always, always,
i wonder if one day he'll ever wake up...

mister chatter
always with us!