When I grow up
I’m gonna take peanut butter to bed
I might bring strawberry jelly too
but it might fall off my bread
When I grow up
Mama’s gonna get a dishwasher
and a washing machine
I can drive around with my brand new pup
and show everybody I’m not mean
When I grow up
I’ll have good luck
I’d be able to go fishing when I want to
and quack and swim just like a duck
I’ll walk on the water
just like Jesus did
and save the whales from slaughter
Then tell everybody to follow me
like a little kid
When I grow up
I’ll wear rich, expensive clothes
I’ll even drink grape juice from a gold cup
and everyday buy myself a red rose
When I grow up
I’ll be the talk of the town
Then I’ll be able to take off this makeup
and stop always wearing tears of a clown