Lyrics: Randy Newman
Music: Randy Newman
I was on top of the world, living high
it was right in my pocket
I was living the life
things were just the way they should be
When from out of the sky like a bomb
Comes some little punk in a rocket
Now all of a sudden
some strange things are happening to me
I had friends, I had lots of friends
Now all my friends are gone
And I'm doing the best I can
To carry on
I had power
I was respected
But not any more
And I've lost the love
Of the one whom I adored
Let me tell you about it
Strange things are happening to me
Strange things
Strange things are happening to me
Ain't no doubt about it
You got someone you think you know well
It turns out a stranger
The minute you turn your back
You're in it all by yourself
They laugh at your jokes
You think you're doing well
But you're in danger, boy
You end up alone, forgotten
Way up on the shelf
Strange things are happening to me
Strange things
Strange things are happening to me
Ain't no doubt about it
Strange things are happening to me
Strange things
Strange things are happening to me
Strange things
Strange things