I'm a strange bird Maybe no stranger than you perhaps but I sure seem strange to me I need to love and be loved And I don't have much success with either I want to run up to all these strange folks And give ‘em a hug and wish ‘em well but I can't do that or people would think I'm strange So all I can do is use these words Strange words loaded with feeling But words are easily brushed aside Without ever making a coherent connection It's a strange thing, this strange, strange Life of mine But I give it to you nonetheless In the hopes that someday What may now seem strange Will, in the test of time, prove to be Perfectly normal.