She told me I was special,
my teacher Miss McVay
She said, “You’re special person.
You’ll do special things someday.
You’ll be a special president, an emperor, a king.
If you put your mind to it,
you could do anything”
But I grew up and years went by
And so special anymore
So I went back to Miss McVay
and knocked upon her door
I asked ‘how come I didn’t
do all those special things you said I’d do?’
She looked me right dead in the eye
“Who the hell are you?”