When I Grow Up

When I grow up, I want to be a forester Run through the moss on high heels That's what I'll do, throwin' out a boomerang Waiting for it to come back to me When I grow up, I want to live near the sea Crab claws and bottles of rum That's what I'll have, starin' at the seashell Waitin' for it to embrace me Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh I put my soul in what I do Last night I drew a funny man With dark eyes and a hanging tongue It goes way bad, I never liked that sad look From someone who wants to be loved by you Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh I'm very good with plants When my friends are away They let me keep the soil moist On the seventh day I rest For a minute or two Then back on my feet To call for you Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh, oh Oh, oh-oh, oh Ooh Ooh Ooh You've got cucumbers on your eyes Too much time spent on nothin' Waiting for a moment to rise Face in the ceilin' and arms too long I'm waiting for him to catch me Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh, oh