Maybe I’m being simplistic
But, I’m no one special at all,
Just a basic blue-eyed guy
With the plain name of Paul.

I have no wealth, no riches,
No millions in the bank,
No yacht in the south of France,
No title of high rank.

Fame has not become my friend,
No celebrity am I,
No teeming millions praise me
And raise me so very high.

I do not hobnob with the famous,
On Broadway I have no star,
There is no named restaurant,
Or swanky, glitzy bar.

No wax replica of me
Stands proud at Madame Tussaud’s;
And there’s no private box
To watch cricket at Lord’s.

All this doesn’t upset me
I don’t wish I was a V.I.P,
I’m just happy and content
To be plain and simple me.