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