I look at life stretched out in front of me All I see is opportunity If I could only figure out What I’m gonna be when I grow up.
I tried workin’in the oil fields Couldn’t stand the way it made me feel Gettin’ that black stuff all up my nose And all over my fancy clothes, I kept findin’ it on my clothes
Well, I tried white-collar crime But I couldn’t cut the math I tried the clergy but I couldn’t find the path And by the time I figure out How to work the internet Disney prob’ly will a’ bought and ruined it
I know I gotta find the way I’m gonna go And by this time I guess I oughta know And if I don’t, I better figure out What I’m gonna do when I grow up If it ever happens That I grow up.
I got this friend that plays rock ‘n roll guitar, ya know, Gets to sleep late every day and spend his life in bars And the girls, they all wiggle when he bangs that thing and shouts Maybe my friend can help me out Maybe some guitar lessons would help me out.
(Interlude: “The Guitar Lesson”)
I keep getting these unsolicited letters From the Double-A-R-P You know I’m just a young man. What’s this got to do with me? Then I see McCartney on the cover of their monthly magazine And I think I know what that means, Yeah, I’m pretty sure I know what that means.
Hi. Mom, it’s me. Yeah, I know it’s late, But I got some news, and I think it’s pretty great I think I finally figured out What I’m gonna do when I grow up. Don’t cry, mama. What I’m gonna do when I grow up.
I’m gonna retire.
“Son, could you just move that lawn chair over into the shade for me. The sun keeps movin’. And while you’re up maybe you could freshen up that gin and tonic for me. That’s a good lad”.