| Song | A Little Different |
| Artist | Lobo |
| Album | Introducing Lobo/Of A Simple Man |
| Lyrics：Kent Lavoie Music：Kent Lavoie | |
| Once upon my boyhood time | |
| The circus came to town | |
| I remember church going people | |
| Talking the carnies down | |
| Misfits of society | |
| That's what they said to me | |
| So I sneaked up close | |
| And watched them work | |
| And found that actually | |
| They laughed alot | |
| They sang out loud | |
| The way they walked | |
| Made them look kinda proud | |
| A little different from you | |
| A little different from me | |
| Alot like the man who walked | |
| Through Galilee | |
| Mr. and Mrs. Goldstein | |
| Moved in next door to us | |
| The neighbors were indignant | |
| They put up quit a fuss | |
| The neighborhood had gone to pot | |
| And they had worked so hard | |
| So I sneaked out back | |
| Peeked through the fence | |
| And watched them do the yard | |
| They laughed a lot | |
| They sang out loud | |
| They looked just like the rest | |
| Of the crowd | |
| A little different from you | |
| A little different from me | |
| A lot like the man who walked | |
| Through Galilee | |
| Everyone is different | |
| But everyone's the same | |
| Riding around in circles | |
| On life's mysterious train | |
| What if other people | |
| Thought that way of you | |
| Too weak for the circus | |
| Too dumb to be a Jew | |
| A plain old Joe | |
| In wash 'n' wear suit | |
| Wasting his life away | |
| Or do they look in envy | |
| And do or don't they say |
| Lyrics: Kent Lavoie Music: Kent Lavoie | |
| Once upon my boyhood time | |
| The circus came to town | |
| I remember church going people | |
| Talking the carnies down | |
| Misfits of society | |
| That' s what they said to me | |
| So I sneaked up close | |
| And watched them work | |
| And found that actually | |
| They laughed alot | |
| They sang out loud | |
| The way they walked | |
| Made them look kinda proud | |
| A little different from you | |
| A little different from me | |
| Alot like the man who walked | |
| Through Galilee | |
| Mr. and Mrs. Goldstein | |
| Moved in next door to us | |
| The neighbors were indignant | |
| They put up quit a fuss | |
| The neighborhood had gone to pot | |
| And they had worked so hard | |
| So I sneaked out back | |
| Peeked through the fence | |
| And watched them do the yard | |
| They laughed a lot | |
| They sang out loud | |
| They looked just like the rest | |
| Of the crowd | |
| A little different from you | |
| A little different from me | |
| A lot like the man who walked | |
| Through Galilee | |
| Everyone is different | |
| But everyone' s the same | |
| Riding around in circles | |
| On life' s mysterious train | |
| What if other people | |
| Thought that way of you | |
| Too weak for the circus | |
| Too dumb to be a Jew | |
| A plain old Joe | |
| In wash ' n' wear suit | |
| Wasting his life away | |
| Or do they look in envy | |
| And do or don' t they say |