[Verse 1]
If Im'ma fly while looking in the eyes of someone I love
And laugh with a friend while I secretly drank and [?]
Should I take a [?]
And hide while the bill collector is standing by my door

[Pre-Chorus]
Worry, of the fall of the stock exchange
Worship, only money and worldly things
Sellout, my friends for wealth and fame
Listen, listen

[Chorus]
As I sit here and think a while
Why I don't want to grow up, I'd rather be a child
Hang-ups ain't my style, I'd rather be a child (child, child, child)

[Verse 2]
If I'm a slave on a job for years just to leave when I retire
And rush through traffic to be there in time for fear I'll be fired
On side with my wife, if our unborn child shouldn't live, oh now
And keep up with the Jones and try to get everything they got

[Chorus]
As I sit here and think a while (And think a while)
Why I don't wanna grow up, I'd rather be a child
Hang-ups ain't my style, I'd rather be a child
[Outro]
Hang-ups ain't my style, I'd rather be a child
Hang-ups ain't my style, I'd rather be a child
Hang-ups ain't my style, I'd rather be a child
Hang-ups ain't my style, I'd rather be a child