When I first saw Pippin

He was lying by the side of the road

He didn't know where he was

And he looked so exhausted

And lost-ed

You'd almost swear he was dead

So I said, pick him up

Put him to bed

See that he's bathed and clothed and fed

You may ask, how could I foretell

He'd clean up, oh, so very well?

But it was no surprise

When I raised my eyes

And there he was

I'm your average, ordinary

Kind of woman

Competent and neat

Making life a treat

Others as nice

You meet often, I know

At least once or twice

Every lifetime or so

I'm your everyday, customary

Kind of woman

Practical as salt

Ah, modest to a fault

Conservative with a budget

Liberal with a meal

Just your average ideal

My telling you this

May seem sudden and strange

It may not interest you much at all right now

But things change

Things change

Still I'll understand if I'm not your

Kind of woman

Anyone can make

One terrible mistake

And I've no special glamour

No bait I can twirl

'Cause I'm just a plain, everyday

Commonplace, come-what-may

Average, ordinary

Wonderful

Girl! (What a wonderful girl!)