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Strangers and pilgims on the earth

Not as famous as Mrs. Butterworth

Not as strong as Mr. Clean

Cannot sing like Jimmy Dean

Who am I, I ask myself

feeling small as a Keebler Elf

Instant replay of my life

shows I’m more like Barney Fife

If just once I could soar across the sky

And save Polly Purebread before I die

Or have a heart to heart with Mr. Ed

Just once or twice before I’m dead

If just once I could belt a baseball

Or make a deal with Monty Hall

I would laugh and dance and sing

Ali could not touch me in the ring

To my ego it seems so vital

To perform on American Idol

I don’t necessarily have to win

Just know I’m loved by Rin Tin Tin

Popeye says I am what I am

But maybe he’s rather be Superman

And if we really new the truth

Clark Kent may have longed to be Babe Ruth

What do you think Babe Ruth would want

to be Abe Lincoln or General Grant?

If I could be any or all these things

I’d have to give up my own blessing

All good things come from above

I wouldn’t have all the things I love

My wife my kids or even my cat

I hadn’t thought much about that

To be someone else you take the whole package

The problems, troubles and psychological baggage

Superman puts up a pretty good fight

But probably has night mares about kryptonite

I have a sneaking hunch

Underdog has Alpo for lunch

I am a child that God has spoiled

Or I would be married to Olive Oyl

Though I’m not as fast as Richochet Rabbit

Being me has become a habit

The only thing I should want to be

Is more like Jesus and less like me