When Ty was in the first grade, his teacher called his mother
She said, "Ma'am, I hate to tell you, but your kid's not like the others
When they're out playin' baseball, he's off swingin' on a swing
In my expert opinionm it's just not a natural thing"

CHORUS: He never goes with the flow or sticks to the plan
Seems we've got a non-conformist on our hands
He just won't do what they do or say what they say
Your child's givn' me a headace, ma'am, 'n I can't work this way
No, I just can't work this way

When Ty was in the second grade, his ma got another call
This teacher kept 'a harpin' -- He's not fittin' in at all
The other kids, they like him, but he doesn't seem to care
His head is in the clouds ma'am, 'n I don't like it there

CHORUS

Well, he'd made t to the third grade when the phone it rang again
This teacher really like Ty, she said, "He's go so many friends
With that great imagination, he's a stand out in the crowd
Guess that's whey the other kids follow kim around"

CHORUS: He never goes with the flow or sticks to the plan
Seems we've got a non-conformist on our hands
He just won't do what they do or say what they say
I know he'll go far, chances are, he'll be president someday
He's gonna be president someday

Well, there's a moral to this story, let me tell you how it goes
Teachers have pinions but only mama knows
Ty's ma never worried, she said, "You just be yourself
A special little person unlike anybody else

FINAL CHORUS: He never went with the flow or stuck to the plan
'N he gew to ba a non-conformist kind of man
Who still won't do what is done or say what is said
But now the New York Times, they're quotin' him instead
Now the New York Times, they're quotin' him instead. Oh Yeah!