Papa when will I grow up,
When will I be strong and tough,
When will I have muscles just like you

Want to take a shuttle flight
Very much to my delight
Take a cosmic trip up to the Moon

Why do I have to wait
Tomorrow is too late

In the year 2010
You will be a woman then
And I hope to be soo proud of you

If the cards you play are right,
You will always be in flight
Livin' out your every fantasy

Twinkle, twinkle little star,
How I really dig your slow
Seems soo long away and far [bad word] before you know

Why do I have to wait
Tomorrow is too late

Twinkle, twinkle little star,
How I really dig your slow
I am reaching u'here you are
So that I can touch my dream

Tomorrow [bad word]  yes tomorrow [bad word] Before you know it