© 2020 István Etiam  

When my days are humdrum

And I’m longing for someone

To show me the way

I gaze o’er the channel

Where the cliffs look like enamel

And you’ll hear me say

Sometimes I get this feeling

From the floor up to the ceiling

And I sigh

I’m just an ordinary guy

Why don’t you come over

From Calais to Dover

And bring some fine wine

Your tales of Montmartre

And how you met Sartre

Will lift this heart of mine

Sometimes I get this feeling

From the floor right to the ceiling

And I cry

Oh I’m an ordinary guy

Oh but I’m older now

Got more weight on my shoulders now

Just like Duluoz I’m passing thru

Is this a travesty

Of life’s rich tapestry

Or is it something sad but true

You’re a fashion believer

With Gallic demeanour

I envy your style

I’m your ardent admirer

Recline in my recliner

And stay for a while

Sometimes I get this feeling

From the floor up to the ceiling

And I sigh

I’m just an ordinary guy

Sometimes I get this feeling

From the floor up to the ceiling

And I sigh

I’m just an ordinary guy

I’m just an ordinary guy

I’m just an ordinary guy