Oh look at me so ordinary. No mystery with no great capabilities. But I could make out as if I had it. But you know. God I'm so obvious and I should let it go. Oh I don't know. Oooh. I'm no teenage icon. I'm no Frankie Avalon. I'm nobody's hero. Oooh. Reserved and shy your average guy. No piercing stare. Just out of shape with messy hair. But I always figured I was somebody. And now I'm guessing that my moment must be late. 'Cause I'm here. Oooh. I'm no teenage icon. I'm no Frankie Avalon. I'm nobody's hero. Oooh. I'm not magnetic or mythical. I'm suburban and typical. But I got it I got it I'm overun with it all. Seductive charming way with words. So effortless not leather clad or dangerous but. I always did it like a real rebel would. I had a photo which on Lennon may have stood. So I'm told. Oooh. I'm no teenage icon. I'm no Frankie Avalon. I'm nobody's hero. Oooh