The Ultraconformist - Momus

I try to be normal, really I do

I try not to chew on my hat

I sit on the table, eat soup from the ladle

I really would like to be fat

If it paid to be straight God knows I’d be straight

God knows I’d be straight as a die

If I could get it on with a sweet little blonde

I swear I would give it a try

I’m an ultraconformist, I walk through the week

With my tongue in my pocket, my hand in my cheek

But I’d let out a cry as loud as the sky

If you could as on orderly guy

If you could as an ordinary guy

Singing boo ralla ralla

Boo ralla ree

Bang dilla mulla too ray

Singing boo tirra lirra

Moo ralla ralla

Filla gorilla today

If it paid to be sane, God knows I’d be sane

God knows I could live out a lie

If I could get a thrill popping little blue pills

I swear I would give it a try

I’m an ultraconformist I sit at my desk

With a gun in my pocket, a pain in my chest

But I’d let out a cry as loud as the sky

If you could as an ordinary guy

If you could as an ordinary guy

I’d be an ultraconformist, an orderly man

If these dustbin lids didn’t just beg to be banged

And I’d let out a cry as loud as the sky

If you could as an ordinary guy

If you could as an ordinary guy

I’m an ultraconformist I walk through the week

With my tongue in my wallet, my wad in my cheek

But I’d let out a cry as loud as the sky

If you could as an ordinary guy

If you could as an ordinary guy