My God I want to be normal, but I ain't.
Make me normal, dear God, make me the same as everyone else.
Give me, dear God, the charisma of the normal. I want to be Norman Normal, with your grace.
We all love those just like ourselves, we love the normal, and we try to be normal too.
I want to be loved by everyone, and everyone loves the normal.
I prayed to the Devil, "Make me normal, and take my soul.".
"Sorry mate", said the Devil, "We only take normal souls".
"Why's that?", I asked.
"The normal", said the Devil, "Are easy to process, like sausages".
I just want to be a normal sausage, "Sorry mate", said the Devil, "Look, you're a bit of a weirdo, you don't fit in, not even in the Fires of Hell".
"But look, we have a special deal, for the strange, spare, and dappled, it is called psychotherapy. It will convert all your longings into acceptance".
"Wouldn't you like to be accepted, wouldn't you like to come in out of the cold"?
"Join us around the fire. Sweet Mole, Macho Mole".