Balls Wanna Be Grown Up

We're 8 years old!
And what have we got to show for it?
No credit cards
No beards
No car
Well, at least not yet

And look at that old house!
'Bout ready to fall apart
Seems like a good place to start
No Dorbee's ever been this far!

What we need is a running start to show that we're not kids
Something inside that scary old house might be our ticket in

I wanna be grown up!
I ain't a kid no more
I was when I was four
But that was long ago!

I wanna be grown up!
No school, no 'rithmetic
That stuff just makes me sick
'Cause I wanna be grown up

Well, you know my mom?
She made me wear a dress
I was Auntie Myrtle's flower girl, and what a mess

Walking down the aisle
Tripped over Uncle Howard's boot
And then my dress went WHOOF
And then everybody laughed and said, "Oh, how cute!"

Remember "yes, ma'am", and "thank you", "please", and curtsy on your way out
What I need is a little freedom to see what life's about

I wanna be grown up!
No curlers, no hair barrettes
Doesn't matter if I get wet
'Cause now I'm on my own

I wanna be grown up!
And put away all my dolls
I'm just a ball
Who wants to be grown up

I wanna be grown up!
And I ain't a kid no more
I was when I was four
But that was long ago!

I wanna be grown up!
It's all for one and one for all
We're just balls
Who wanna be grown up

Heeeeyeeeeayeeea
Heeeeyeeeeayeeea
I wanna be grown up

Heeeeyeeeeayeeea
Heeeeyeeeeayeeea
I wanna be grown up

Heeeeyeeeeayeeea
Heeeeyeeeeayeeea
I wanna be grown up

Heeeeyeeeeayeeea
Heeeeyeeeeayeeea