Someday when I grow up I’m gonna put away these dreams And stop believing in foolish things I’ll get my feet on the ground, stop shootin’ for the moon I hope I don’t grow up any time soon
Yea, someday when I grow up It won’t all be about fun That honeydew list will finally get done I’ll start watchin’ more news and less cartoons Well, I hope I don’t grow up any time soon
Garage full of toys and still I want something new That’s just the boy in the man coming through It’s a serious job raising this family Two little kids, well, three counting me
Someday when I grow up I’m gonna really watch my will And I’ll eat more salad and a lot less cake I’ll sing all serious songs and not these silly tunes Well, I hope I don’t grow up any time soon
Garage full of toys and still I want something new That’s just the boy in the man coming through It’s a serious job raising this family Two little kids, well, three counting me
I’ll empty my pockets before my bibs get washed Ask for directions before we get lost I’ll stop believing we can be the next Johnny and June Well, I hope I don’t grow up any time soon Yea, I hope I don’t grow up any time soon
Songwriters: RORY LEE FEEK, DANIEL DEMAY A/K/A DAN DEMAY, TONYA LYNETTE STOUT