I would like to be here, I would like to be there

I would like to everywhere at once

I know that's a contradiction in terms

And it's a problem, especially when

My body's clearing forty as my mind is

Nearing ten

I can hardly stay up, and I can't get to sleep

And I don't want to wake tomorrow morning

At the bottom of some heap

But why take it so seriously?

After all, there's nothing at

Stake here-only me

I want to be young, and I want to be old

I would like to be wise before my time

And yet be foolish and brash and bold

I would like the universe to get down on it's knees

And say, "Guido, whatever you please, it's okay

Even if it's impossible, we'll arrange it"

That's all that I want

I am lusting for more, should I settle for less?

I ask you, what's a good thing for, if

Not for taking it to excess?

One limitation I dearly regret

There's only one of me

I've ever met

I would like to have another me to

Travel along with myself

I would even like to be able to sing a

Duet with myself

I would like to be here sing along with myself in a song

To be there walking down a lane now, everywhere

Everywhere, everywhere

That's a contradiction in terms

I want to here with a counter

Here melody in the

Here top of the morning to you, guido

Guido guido, guido guido

Guido me, me me

I want to be Proust or the Marquis De Sade

I would like to be Christ, Mohammad, Buddha

But not have to believe in God

And you know I mean it with all of my heart

It's the end if something important

Doesn't start

I want to be young, but I have to be old

What I want is a tale of sound and fury

That some idiot went and told

I would like the universe to get down on it's knees

And say, "Guido, whatever you please, it's okay

Even if it's ridiculous, we'll arrange it"

So arrange it

Arrange it

That's all that I want

See what I mean