I'm just a mediocre man
 Of no high-brow pretence;
A comfortable life I plan
 With care and commonsense.
I do the things most people do,
 I echo what they say;
And through my morning paper view
 The problems of the day.

No doubt you think I'm colourless,
 Profoundly commonplace;
And yet I fancy, more or less,
 I represent the race.
My name may stand for everyone,
 At least for nine in ten,
For all in all the world is run
 By mediocre men.

Of course you'll maybe not agree
 That you are average,
And unlike ordinary me
 You strut your little stage,
Well, you may even own a Bank,
 And mighty mergers plan,
But Brother, doff your tile and thank
 The Mediocre Man.