© Edna Walling Collection, La Trobe Picture Collection, State Library of Victoria
Who wants to be a boy
Who wants to be a boy
Who wants to hold their toys
And watch the world
Try to take them all away
Who wants to be a girl
Who wants to have a curl inside their mind
And say I'm not the one
You thought you'd find
Everytime
Everytime
Who wants to be a Dad
Who wants to go quite mad
Each time a young woman
Runs across the clouds in his mind
Who wants to be a Mum
Who wants to risk their bum
Becoming less attractive
As the years roll on
The years roll on
The years roll on
Who wants to be a Gran
Who wants to lose their man
And be left alone
With no-one there to care
Who wants to be a Gramp
Looking like a tramp
With that hunted look of fate
Lodged in your eye
In your eye
In your eye
Who wants to be a boy
Who wants to hold their toys
And watch the world
Try to take them all away