| I want to grow up to be a politician | |
| And take over this beautiful land | |
| I want to grow up to be a politician | |
| And be the old U.S. of A.'s number one man | |
| I'll always be tough but I'll never be scary | |
| I want to shoot guns or butter my bread | |
| I'll work in the towns or conservate the prairies | |
| And you can believe the future's ahead | |
| I'll give the young the right to vote as soon as they mature | |
| But spare the rod and spoil the child to help them feel secure | |
| And if I win election day I might give you a job | |
| I'll sign a bill to help the poor to show I'm not a snob | |
| I'll open my door I'm charging no admission | |
| And you can be sure I'll give you my hand | |
| I want to grow up to be a politician | |
| And take over this beautiful land | |
| (Brass Band) | |
| I'll make you glad you got me in with everything I do | |
| And I'll defend until the end the old red white and blue | |
| I want to grow up to be a politician | |
| And take over this beautiful land | |
| And take over this beautiful land | |
| And take over this beautiful land |