The Ordinary Man
If you and I should chance to meet, I guess you wouldn’t care; I’m sure you’d pass me in the street As if I wasn’t there; You’d never look me in the face, My modest mug to scan, Because I’m just a commonplace And Ordinary Man.
But then, it may be, you are too A guy of every day, Who does the job he’s told to do And takes the wife his pay; Who makes a home and kids his care, And works with pick or pen. . . . Why, Pal, I guess we’re just a pair Of Ordinary Men.
We plug away and make no fuss, Our feats are never crowned; And yet it’s common coves like us Who make the world go round. And as we steer a steady course By God’s predestined plan, Hats off to that almighty Force: THE ORDINARY MAN.