They’re Not Normal Like Us Rich Prezioso, ©1999 Tatertunes Music, BMI

He was a cuff-linked, cut-throat, tough-talked boyish man

Hard nosed, Dow-Jonesed, C.E.O.ed – a snake in the grass

She was high-classed, high-toned, bleach blonde socialite

Liposucked, tummy tucked, stuck up – and she was his wife

He meets a model in L.A. – she rolls his Rolls into a lake

When she gets 30 million, lawyers take a holiday!

 

They were made for love – two halves, one whole

What heaven hath wrought upon us, let no one touch with a ten-foot pole

They’re not normal like us – they’re nothin’ like none of our friends

I know we may not be perfect – thank God we’re nothing like them!

 

He was a low-down, low-lifed, loud-mouthed mannish boy

Out on parole, testosteroned, over-imbibed, under-employed

She was a big haired, big boned, tattooed turtledove

They had a trashy-TV-talk-show kind of love

She’s out carousing when he calls – he writes her name on restroom walls

Then they tell Jerry that their parents really caused it all

 

They were made for love…

 

I was standing by my window when the two of them walked by

And I wished a big ol’ tree would fall and hasten their demise

But I stopped myself -- I rebuked myself -- for I could plainly see

The two of them would prob’ly live and sue the pants off me

 

He was a gray-haired, grown-up, forty-something child

Picked some tunes, played the blues, slept ‘til noon – his parents cried

She was a folked out, Girl Scout, mop–topped Renaissance Girl

They formed a band, bought a van and set out to see the world

They drive a million miles a day – sometimes they don’t even get paid

I guess they think we’re all still back in 1968!

 

They were made for love…