What if I wake up tomorrow bigger than my bed What if I tried standing and I cracked the ceiling with my head What if I come over and you open your front door find me looking in your bedroom window on the second floor
Would you laugh Would you scream And pray it was a dream Could you be glad to see big giant me
Suppose that I keep growing until I don't fit on my lawn Move on up the mountain side with only rocks for sleeping on Would you build me a bed, or stay in yours instead Could you be glad to see big giant me
I know you like peace and quiet I know pride goes before fall I know the villagers might riot I might try it after all and might wake up much too tall
I could get chased out of town cause everyone is afraid but I think that I'd be gentle and I know I'd help the tourist trade If you think about it, I'm not saying I won't stay this size I just know a thing keeps growing up, or else it up and dies...
And I think, maybe you could be a giant too And you'd be glad to see how we'd live enormously You'd be glad to see big giant me