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Gee, but I’d Like to Be a G-Man

Harold Rome
Lingua: Inglese




When I grow up, I don’t want to be a fireman.
That’s just kid stuff – just kid stuff.
When I grow up, I don’t want to be a policeman.
They’re not tough enough – not tough enough.
When I grow up, I don’t want to work for the city.
My old man says it takes too much outta ya –
The unions botta ya –

So I don’t care to be mayor like LaGuardia.
When I grow up I ‘ve got my plans, see.
They may not be so high-class or fancy
As some people may wish –
But boy, it’s just my dish –
I wouldn’t want to be an A-man, or a B-man, or a
C-man, or a D-man, or an E-man or an F-man –
Get it?

Gee, but I’d like to be a G-man
And go bang-bang-bang!-bang!
I’d be a brave, gang-busting he-man
And go bang-bang-bang-bang!
I’d put on disguises of all different sizes,
And would I win prizes
For telling who spieses.

Gee, but I’d like to be a G-man
And go bang-bang-bang-bang!
(Stick ‘em up, bud!)
And go bang-bang-bang-bang!
(Come clean, you rat!)
And go bang-bang-bang-bang!

I’d be known in all the bright spots of New York,
Like Twenty-one and Eighteen and the Stork.
To all the smartest night spots I would go
To find out all the things that a G-man ought to know.
(Tra-la-la-la-la. Tra-la-la-la-la).

And after I’d gone out an got my man,
To Palm Beach I would go to get my tan.
Though making merry, I’d be fancy free,
‘Cause Mrs. Winchell’s boy would be looking out for me!

Gee, but I’d like to be a G-man,
And go bang-bang-bang-bang!
Just like Dick Tracy, what a he-man,
And go bang-bang-bang-bang
I’d do as I please, act high-handed and regal,
‘Cause when you’re a G-man, there’s nothing illegal.

Gee, but I’d like to be a G-man
And go bang-bang-bang-bang!
(They got me, pal!)



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