You think you're special

And you're a standard guy

I'm gonna tell you

You're nothing but a standard guy

You are a standard standard

Standard bimbo man

They call me the white white white white white white

White white bimbo man

Oh, hey I want her

I want shoes

Oh, so my head hurts

But make fun of blues

Oh, that music

I got the blues

Cash in my pocket

Don't want to lose

I I I try so hard

Let me be smart

Look at myself in the window of a glass door

Look in my eyes

Look at myself in the window of a toy store

Wink at the size

Never ever gonna be

Never ever gonna be

Never ever gonna be

Staring at her until the end

Special lie, my only friend

That's so hard for me to take

Silly to work around the thing

Bimbo, bimbo, oh it's sad

It drives me mad

Oh, oh, it's sad

It drives me mad

Oh, it's sad

It drives me mad

Oh, it's sad

It drives me mad

Special, and silly wanna be

Standard, oh what a silly me

You're really special, that you don't wanna be

You're standard, firm set in your silly ways

Look at myself in the window of a drug door

Wink at the size

Look at myself in the window of a toy store

Look in my eyes

Never ever gonna be

I wear a white hat

White gloves I choose

I saw her dance

Not for the blues

I

Don't want to be

The standard guy

The standard guy

Standard guy

Look at myself in the window of a glass door

Wink out the size

Look at myself in the window of a toy store

Look in my eyes

Never ever gonna be

I hear hip music

Ain't got the blues

Fist in my pocket

Don't want to lose

I I

Try so hard

Oh please, oh please,

I wanna be smart smart