Lyrics The Ultraconformist - Momus

The Ultraconformist

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