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, Mohammed, 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!