I want to wear a Stetson hat and a long trench coatAnd I want to find a case-solving clue on a bloodstained noteMysterious dames will hire meTo solve their dead uncle's mysteryAnd I'll carry a gun but I'll only shoot the bad guysI want to be a private eyeI want to go where no man's ever gone beforeAnd I want to wield my evil father's laser swordOne little step for meGets bigger when there's no gravityAnd I'm gonna fly high in the sky faster than the speed of thoughtI'm gonna be an astronautCHORUS:People always ask me, "When you gonna grow upAnd when you do what will you be?"That's when I always tell them if I'm gonna grow upI'll do it on my own sweet time and what I become is still up to meI want to be the fastest draw in the wild, wild WestIn boot and spurs and a ten-gallon hat I'll be well dressedI'll catch the bandits and throw them in jailI'll win a shootout at the OK CorralOh bury me not on the lone prairie don't fence me in, RoyI want to be a cowboyI 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 eyepatchesI'll run you through then make you walk the plank orI'll tie you to a two-ton anchorI'll be a pirate I'll show no fearI want to be a buccaneer(What's a buccaneer?)(Too much to pay for corn.)(ha ha ha.)CHORUSIn the sandbox and on the jungle gymBarbie dolls and Tonka trucks were made for her and himI don't know I don't knowBut you just ask my mom, she says I can be whatever I want to beAnd you just ask your dad if you can come over and play with meI wanna be a photo-journalist college kidAnd I wanna get bitten by a radioactive arachnidOne lesson that'll be learned by meIs that with great power comes great responsibilityAnd I'll have an uncanny spider-sense and web-shooters on my handsI wanna be Spider-Man!(Cool!)I want to arc through the air with the grace of a falconThen I want to jump into the arms of Macaulay CaulkinWhile the other kids are dancing to U2I'll be spinning round and round in a tutuI wanna be as limber as fully cooked semolinaI 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 whodo 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, yousee the episode Spectre of the Gun from Star Trek, you think you knoweverything 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 nursinghome?)(Yeah, well, at least I'm not a fricken... a fricken...)(Just shut up and sing the chorus, OK?)(OK...)CHORUS