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, Mohammad, 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 Arrange it