Uma versão divertida, com o Thunderbird e a Pitty, bem apropriado para a data…
Na versão mais conhecida, com Ramones…
E na versão – maluca – de Tom Waits, o autor…
When I’m lying in my bed at night
I don’t wanna grow up
Nothing ever seems to turn out right
I don’t wanna grow up
How do you move in a world of fog that’s always changing things
Makes me wish than I could be a dog
When I see the price that you pay
I don’t wanna grow up
I don’t ever wanna be that way
I don’t wanna grow up
Seems that folks turn into things they never want
The only thing to live for is today
I’ve gonna put a hole in my T.V. set
I don’t wanna grow up
Open up the medicine chest
I don’t wanna grow up
I don’t wanna have to shout it out
I don’t want my hair to fall out
I don’t wanna be filled with doubt
I don’t wanna be a good boyscout
I don’t wanna have to learn to count
I don’t want the biggest amount
No I don’t want to grow up
When I see my parents fight
I don’t wanna grow up
They all go out and drinkin all night
I don’t wanna grow up
I’d rather stay here in my room
Nothing out there but sad and gloom
I don’t wanna live in a big ol tomb on Grand St.
When I see the 5 0′ clock news
I don’t wanna grow up
Comb their hair and shine their shoes
I don’t wanna grow up
Stay around in my ol hometown
I don’t wanna put no money down
Don’t wanna get a big ol loan
Work them fingers to the bone
I dont’ wanna float on a broom
Fall in love get married then boom
How the hell did it get here so soon
No I don’t want to grow up