He's Just An Ordinary Guy

He's just an ordinary guy
He doesn't occupy a seat of government
Or anything like that
He works hard everyday
Saturday, brings home his pay.

He may take a glass of beer sometimes, I'd bet
He's never had his name in lights
He's never front-paged news
He stands up for his rights
Yet doesn't beef, or sing the blues.

He's just an ordinary guy.

But when he comes home
and he holds me tight
and we make that light
it makes all things right
And when he goes out
all the lights go out.

He's just an ordinary guy.

He likes the radio on
He wears his baseball cap
He drinks his beer on tap
Nothing much does he say
But what he says, he says his way.

He likes meat
He likes potatoes
That is that
When we go dancing once a week
He's no Astaire, he's meek
But don't call the police!
Believe me, I'm no Cyd Charisse.

He's just an ordinary guy
But when he comes home and he holds me nice
and I melt like ice
It's like paradise
And when he goes out
All the lights go out.

He's just an ordinary guy
He's just an ordinary guy.

There's no other guy like mine to tuck me in
Why? Because he's my ordinary guy.