You want to be a race car driver
You want to be on TV
You want to be a Top Gun Pilot
And write a book of poetry
You want to be a Medical Doctor
And operate on my brain
You want to be the next Picasso
And travel there by train
You walk around
With your heart stuck up in your head
You walk around
With your heart stuck up in your head
You want to be a soul survivor
You want to be a diplomat
You want to own Exxon Oil
While you try on every hat
You want to write a romance novel
And take a Carnival Cruise
You want to be a walking encyclopedia
And get your name in the news
You walk around
With your heart stuck up in your head
You walk around
With your heart stuck up in your head