I Don't Wanna Grow Up

Words & Music:

Tom Waits & Kathleen Brennan


D                                  A                  D

When I'm lyin' in my bed at night, I don't wanna grow up.

D                                     A                  D

Nothin' ever seems to turn out right, I don't wanna grow up.

Bm                   F#                  G               A

How do you move in a world of fog that's always changing things?

Bm                         F#   G   A

Makes me wish that I could be a dog---.


When I see the price that you pay, I don't wanna grow up.

I don't ever want to be that way, I don't wanna grow up.

Seems like folks turn into things that they'd never want.

The only thing to live for is today.


I'm gonna put a hole in my TV set.  I don't wanna grow up.

Open up the medicine chest and I don't wanna grow up.

Bm                    F#             Bm              F#   [etc.]

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 boy scout.

I don't wanna have to learn to count.  I don't wanna have the biggest amount.

G       A          D

I don't wanna grow up.




Well, when I see my parents fight, I don't wanna grow up.

They all go out and drinkin' all night and I don't wanna grow up.

Bm                   F#           Bm                    F#

I'd rather stay here in my room.  Nothin' out there but sad and gloom.

Bm                      F#               G     A

I don't wanna live in a big, old tomb on Grant Street


When I see the 5 o'clock news, I don't wanna grow up.

Comb their hair and shine their shoes, I don't wanna grow up.

Bm             F#                Bm                   F#  [etc.]

Stay around in my old hometown.  I don't wanna put no money down.

I don't wanna get me a big old loan.  Work them fingers to the bone.

I don't wanna float a broom.  Fall in love and get married then boom.

How the hell did it get here so soon?

G       A          D

I don't wanna grow up.


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