When I Grow Up
¶ 1
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When I grow up
I want to win the FA Cup
And live like Posh and Becks.
¶ 2
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I want to be paid massive cheques,
Wear Gucci clothes and Ray-ban specs,
When I grow up.
¶ 3
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When I grow up
I want to score goals in Europe
And live like Becks and Posh.
¶ 4
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Swap Mother’s Pride for French brioche,
Have pockets full with lots of dosh,
When I grow up.
¶ 5
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When I grow up
I’ll feature in the sports round-up
And live like Posh and Becks.
¶ 6
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Drive Ferraris, not old wrecks,
Develop strong legs, arms and pecs,
When I grow up.
¶ 7
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When I grow up,
Champagne and Evian I’ll sup
And live like Becks and Posh.
¶ 8
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Fresh orange juice, not orange squash,
Eat San Lorenzo’s high-class nosh,
When I grow up.
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