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I want to wear a Stetson hat and a long trench coat And I want to find a case-solving clue on a bloodstained note Mysterious dames will hire me To solve their dead uncle`s mystery And I`ll carry a gun but I`ll only shoot the bad guys I want to be a private eye I want to go where no man`s ever gone before And I want to wield my evil father`s laser sword One little step for me Gets bigger when there`s no gravity And I`m gonna fly high in the sky faster than the speed of thought I`m gonna be an astronaut CHORUS: People always ask me, "When you gonna grow up And when you do what will you be?" That`s when I always tell them if I`m gonna grow up I`ll do it on my own sweet time and what I become is still up to me
I want to be the fastest draw in the wild, wild West In boot and spurs and a ten-gallon hat I`ll be well dressed I`ll catch the bandits and throw them in jail I`ll win a shootout at the OK Corral Oh bury me not on the lone prairie don`t fence me in, Roy I want to be a cowboy I want to say, "Land ho! Argghh! Avast!" and "Batten down the hatches!" And I want to have a peg leg, a hook for an arm, and two eyepatches I`ll run you through then make you walk the plank or I`ll tie you to a two-ton anchor I`ll be a pirate I`ll show no fear I want to be a buccaneer (What`s a buccaneer?) (Too much to pay for corn.) (ha ha ha.) CHORUS In the sandbox and on the jungle gym Barbie dolls and Tonka trucks were made for her and him I don`t know I don`t know But you just ask my mom, she says I can be whatever I want to be And you just ask your dad if you can come over and play with me I wanna be a photo-journalist college kid And I wanna get bitten by a radioactive arachnid One lesson that`ll be learned by me Is that with great power comes great responsibility And I`ll have an uncanny spider-sense and web-shooters on my hands I wanna be Spider-Man! (Cool!) I want to arc through the air with the grace of a falcon Then I want to jump into the arms of Macaulay Caulkin While the other kids are dancing to U2 I`ll be spinning round and round in a tutu I wanna be as limber as fully cooked semolina I want to be a male ballerina (You wanna be a WHAT?) (I wanna be a male ballerina!) (No way!) (No it`s not, my mommy says that I can be whatever I wanna be, like who do YOU wanna be? fricken uh...) (Spider-Man, man) (Spider-Man, oh, Spider-Man... like how about a cowboy, gimme a break, Wyatt Earp didn`t even exist! You`re singing about the OK Corral, you see the episode Spectre of the Gun from Star Trek, you think you know everything there is to know about Wyatt Earp, gimme a fricken break!) (Hey, I know everything I *need* to know about Wyatt Earp, OK!) (Yeah, well, wasn`t he just some old guy that died in a fricken nursing home?) (Yeah, well, at least I`m not a fricken... a fricken...) (Just shut up and sing the chorus, OK?) (OK...) CHORUS
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