[Verse 1]
You're super, you really are
Just like your tee-ball trophy says, you've come so far
It's just a matter of a little time
Before you've got the dog, the tots, the pretty wife
[Chorus]
The post man waves, the cashier smiles
The boss is glad, you please the clients
You take a bow, the crowds all cheer
It took a lot of super stuff to get you here
[Verse 2]
You're super, you really are
You'll talk the meter maids out of the parking fines
You'll read the paper, you'll sip your mug
While little Bob and Janey stay between the lines
[Chorus]
The postman waves, the cashier smiles
Your boss is glad, you meet deadlines
You take a bow, the crowds all cheer
It took a lot of super stuff to get you here
To get you here
My favorite kind of song is one that requires the listener’s attribution of meaning. Take, for example, the song Super. A man gains the status of a super hero by working hard within the traditional confines of society. He reads the paper next to his beautiful wife and sips a hot drink from a #1 Dad...