When I was three years old
I got up early once a week and stood outside in the cold
When people would come up to me
And asked what do you wanna be
There wasn't any doubt in my mind
When I grow up, when I grow up
I'm gonna drive a garbage-truck
Ok, it's not the most glamorous job in the world
You drive around from street to street
And pick up other people's dirt
But one time when he came to our house
He looked at me and smiled
Oh man, garbage-truck driver won't you take me for a ride
When I grow up, when I grow up
I'm gonna drive a garbage-truck
I never wanted to be a doctor
I never wanted to practice law
I never wanted to work in a harber shop
The only thing I wanted growing up
Was to drive a garbage-truck
Writer(s): Rodney Jerkins, Timothy Jamahli Thomas, Theron Makiel Thomas, Steffen Hardt, Christian Adelhuette, Paul Samwell-Smith, Udo Masshoff, Zachary Johnson, Jim Mccarty
Copyright: B Feldman & Co. Ltd., B Feldman & Co. T/A Yardbirds Music Co., Rodney Jerkins Productions Inc., Tamsongs Ed., T.N.T. Explosive Publishing, Universal Music Corp.
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