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.

I’m no teenage icon,
I’m no Frankie Avalon,
I’m nobody’s hero.

Preserved and shy, your average guy,
No piercing stare, just out of shape with messy hair,
But I always figured I was somebody who’d wait,
And now I’m guessing that my moment must be late cause I need it, oh

I’m no teenage icon,
I’m no Frankie Avalon,
I’m nobody’s hero.

I’m not magnetic or mythical,
I’m suburban and typical,
But I got it, I got it
I’m overrun with it all.

Seductive charm a way with words so effortless
Not leather clad or dangerous,
But I always did it like a real rebel would,
I had a photo where John Lennon may have stood, or so I’m told.

I’m no teenage icon,
I’m no Frankie Avalon,
I’m nobody’s hero.