Who wants to grow up, who wants responsibility Who wants to show up and work until you're ninety-three, oh no not me Now everybody says you're running wild Your teacher's calling you a problem child You're just a kid now but soon you'll be a king of hearts That girl next door might turn into a work of art Some people say we'll put the boy on trial He's guilty 'cause he's just a juvenile You make us crazy, you make us smile Someday you'll grow up boy and you'll change your style First you'll be married with kids after a while And one of them might want to be a problem child Who wants to grow up, who wants responsibility Who wants to show up and work until you're ninety-three, oh no not me Now everybody says you're running wild Your teacher's calling you a problem child
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