I'm just your Mr Average not wealthy or poor
One who lives far south of Claraghatlea and Annagloor
The boy of the fifties is looking quite gray
One might say i have known a far better day,
A man in his sixties addicted to rhyme
One might say i am many years past my prime
But we all have our vices and quirks it does seem
Allow us to be different and allow us to dream
Who ever said that all in life is quite fair
It is a rat race in the big World out there
Each for him or herself and god for us all
A saying from the past that i often recall,
I'm just your Mr Average and nothing more
One living far south of Hibernia's green shore.
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