If I must lie while looking in the eyes of somone I love,
and left with a friend while I secretly drag his name through the mud,
Ooooh listen baby,
Should I take a life while I'm right
And assist his word no no,
And hide while the bill collector,
Is standing at my door,
Worry,
About the fall of the stock exchange,
Worship,
Only money and world of things,
Sell out,
My friends for wealth and fame,
Ooooh,
Listen,
Listen
As I sit here and think the wild,
But I don't want to grow up,
I'd rather be a child,
Hang ups ain't my style,
I'd rather be a child
If I must slave on a job for years just to leave when I retire,
and rush through traffic to be there on time for fear I'll be fired,
And decide with my wife if my unborn child should live or not,
And keep up with the Joneses,
And try to get everything they got
As I sit here and think the wild,
But I don't want to grow up,
I'd rather be a child,
Hang ups ain't my style,
I'd rather be a child
Hang ups ain't my style,
I'd rather be a child
Hang ups ain't my style,
I'd rather be a child
Hang ups ain't my style,
I'd rather be a child
Hang ups ain't my style,
I'd rather be a child

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