Whoa there! Two in a day? That's right - time for a serious Saturday song-writing session. So I'd written most of this one already but rather than spend half a day on a demo, I bashed out a little acoustic number. This was in response to a song-writing challenge to write about childhood. So I wrote about my lofty childhood ambitions. Strangely, working for a bank didn't make the list...
When I grow up
I'm gonna be a deep-sea diver,
That's my burning wish.
Diving for treasure, deep beneath the weather,
With a big purple octopus and fish.
I'm gonna be a bicycle courier,
With a mo-hawk and a beard.
Zipping through the traffic with another secret package,
With scars instead of fears.
When I grow up,
I'll be able to do everything.
When I grow up,
I'll be free to do anything.
When I grow up,
When I grow up.
I'm gonna be an airline pilot,
Soaring through the sky.
I'll switch in the seat-belt light and dim the cabin lights at night,
Every time I fly.
I'm gonna be the captain of a great big ship,
And sail the ocean blue.
I'll be a salty dog and I'll write things in my log,
But only if they're true.
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