Who Do You Want To Be - 1988 Boingo Alive Version
CHORUS Who do you want to be today?
Who do you want to be?
Who do you want to be today?
Do you want to be just like someone on
T.V.? Oh boredom is so terrible, it's like a dread disease
Nothing could be worse than when there's nothing on
T.V. I'd rather be a cowboy than to stare blank at the walls
I've been reborn so many times
I can't remember them all (And I say)
CHORUS Just like someone on
T.V.! I think
I'll be a teddy boy,
I think I'll be a hunk
I think I'll be a tough guy and
I think I'll be a punk
I might just be a fashion star
All dressed in frilly rags
Or perhaps
I'll cross the other side and walk around in
Drag! CHOR
US Just like somebody on
T.V.! Do you like to be just like a rock in the middle of the sea
Do you want to suffer by yourself in a pool of blissful misery
Do you want to feel like a saint in artists' clothes
With a rosary in your hand
Do you wanna be crazy like
Van Gogh like a stranger in a
Strange, strange land
Would you rather push the buttons
And be feared by all humanity
Or perhaps you'd like to be a bum
Do you wanna be stupid, just like me
CHORUS Just like somebody on
T.V.! Who do you want to be . . . . . . .
Who Do You Want To Be - 1988 Boingo Alive VersionLRC歌词
CHORUS Who do you want to be today?
Who do you want to be?
Who do you want to be today?
Do you want to be just like someone on
T.V.? Oh boredom is so terrible, it's like a dread disease
Nothing could be worse than when there's nothing on
T.V. I'd rather be a cowboy than to stare blank at the walls
I've been reborn so many times
I can't remember them all (And I say)
CHORUS Just like someone on
T.V.! I think
I'll be a teddy boy,
I think I'll be a hunk
I think I'll be a tough guy and
I think I'll be a punk
I might just be a fashion star
All dressed in frilly rags
Or perhaps
I'll cross the other side and walk around in
Drag! CHOR
US Just like somebody on
T.V.! Do you like to be just like a rock in the middle of the sea
Do you want to suffer by yourself in a pool of blissful misery
Do you want to feel like a saint in artists' clothes
With a rosary in your hand
Do you wanna be crazy like
Van Gogh like a stranger in a
Strange, strange land
Would you rather push the buttons
And be feared by all humanity
Or perhaps you'd like to be a bum
Do you wanna be stupid, just like me
CHORUS Just like somebody on
T.V.! Who do you want to be . . . . . . .