When I grow up...When I grow up I want to be a forester Run through the moss on high heels That's what I'll do Throwing out a boomerang Waiting for it to come back to me
When I grow up I want to live near the sea Crab claws and bottles of rum That's what I'll have Staring at a seashell Waiting for it to embrace me
I put my soul into what I do Last night I drew a funny man With dog eyes and a hanging tongue It goes way back I've never liked that sad look From someone who wants to be loved by you
I'm very good with plants When my friends are away They let me keep the soil moist On the seventh day I rest For a minute or two Then back on my feet to call for you
You've got cucumbers on your eyes Too much time spent on nothing Waiting for a moment to arise The face in the ceiling And arms too long I'm waiting for him to catch me