I want to be young, and I want to be old.

I can hardly stay up, and I can't get to Sleep,

And I don't want to wake tomorrowMorning

At the bottom of some heap,

But why take it so seriously?

After all, there's nothing at

Stake here-only me.

I want to be young, and I want to be Old.

I would like to be wise before my time

And yet be foolish and brash and bold.

I would like the universe to get down

On it's knees

And say, "Guido, whatever you please,

It's okay. Even if it's impossible, we'll

Arrange it."

That's all that I want.

I would like to have another me to

Travel along with myself.

I would even like to be able to sing a

Duet with myself.