Everybody Else Is Weird

Words and music copyright ©1984 by Howard Ashby Kranz

 

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1. I used to be confused.  I wore the wrong necktie, and

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all my scores were off the average.  So I joined the rebels

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but I didn’t fit, so I slept a lot and goofed around and

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had a generally good time, except that I was plagued by

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lousy self-esteem, until I finally convinced myself

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it’s really not my problem, because I realized

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everybody else is weird.

 

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Chorus:  O, everybody else is weird, or hadn’t you noticed?

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It’s like a blowfish writhing quietly on the rug,

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while all the dinner guests talk politely about the election,

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and if they’re questioned they will answer with a shrug, “Oh, I’m all right.”

 

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2. I used to go around burdened by last year’s hairstyle,

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and I was treated like a leper, so I went insane, but

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that got boring, too.  Until I finally threw the towel in;

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now I’m laughing when I’m howling, because I realize

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everybody else is weird.

 

Chorus

 

(Third verse, lyrics by Karl Jones:)

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3. I couldn’t go to sleep without a nightlight on

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half lunatic from science fiction, till I discovered poetry but

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that just made things worse.  Though my heart’s a book for reading,

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I won’t beat my breast for bleeding, now I realize

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everybody else is weird.