Текст (слова) песни: Ookla The Mok - Private I

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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