I'M Just Your Mr Average

I'm just your Mr Average not wealthy or poor One who lives far south of Claraghatlea and Annagloor The boy of the fifties is looking quite gray One might say i have known a far better day, A man in his sixties addicted to rhyme One might say i am many years past my prime But we all have our vices and quirks it does seem Allow us to be different and allow us to dream Who ever said that all in life is quite fair It is a rat race in the big World out there Each for him or herself and god for us all A saying from the past that i often recall, I'm just your Mr Average and nothing more One living far south of Hibernia's green shore