WHEN I GROW UP
When i was three years oldI got up early once a week
and stood outside in the coldWhen people would come
up to meAnd asked what do you wanna beThere wasn't
any doubt in my mindWhen i grow up,
when i grow upI'm gonna drive a garbage-truck
Ok, it's not the most glamorous job in the worldYou
drive around from street to streetAnd pick up other
people's dirtBut one time when he came to our houseHe
looked at me and smiledOh man,
garbage-truck driver won't you take me for a rideWhen
i grow up, when i grow upI'm gonna drive a garbage-truck
I never wanted to be a doctorI never wanted to practice
lawI never wanted to work in a harber shopThe only
thing i wanted growing upWas to drive a garbage-truck