When I grow up, I want to be a forester

Run through the moss on high heels

That's what I'll do, throwing out a boomerang

Waiting for it to come back to me oooh oh

When I grow up, I want to live near the sea

Crab claws and bottles of rum

That's what I'll have, staring at the seashell

Waiting for it to embrace me oooh oh

I put my soul in what I do

Last night I drew a funny man

With dog eyes and a hanging tongue

It goes way bad, I never liked that sad look

From someone who wants to be loved by you oooh oh

I'm very good with plants

When my friends are away

They let me keep the soil moist

On the seventh day I rest

For a minute or two

Then back on my feet to call for you oooh oh

You've got cucumbers on your eyes

Too much time spent on nothing

Waiting for a moment to arise

The face in the ceiling and arms too long

I'm waiting for him to catch me oooh oh