| Little Jimmy just bought high top sneakers | 
| Wants to fly high like his heroes can | 
| He’s got the smile like Michael Jordan | 
| In the schoolyard, Jimmy, he’s the man | 
| I’m sitting here watching his heart beating | 
| He’s ten feet tall, all five feet four of him | 
| Come six o’clock working out his foul shot | 
| Who we fooling, Mama’s calling, she smiles and says | 
| You and me, we’re ordinary people | 
| Living in our ordinary lives | 
| We can be ordinary people | 
| These are extraordinary times | 
| She lives alone, got four kids through high school | 
| She cleans houses and she takes in wash at night | 
| You’d never know that she don’t have much | 
| Because she’s rich with the things money can’t buy | 
| She don’t need clothes, she don’t want diamonds | 
| Don’t need a brand new car to drive in | 
| What she’s got is love and that’s a lot | 
| At least it’s a good start | 
| Everybody wants to be somebody | 
| Everybody wants to be someone | 
| We only want to watch the game on Sunday | 
| Sit back, catch a little buzz | 
| There is nobody wants to be nobody | 
| Everybody wants a little love | 
| Everybody wants to be the hero | 
| And ride into the setting sun | 
| And I’ve got dreams like ordinary people | 
| I can see them when I close my eyes at night | 
| Can’t you see we’re ordinary people | 
| These are extraordinary times |