My mind's not quite a bullet It's not fast and it doesn't fly And I'm yet to pull the trigger In the hopes that I won't die And I don't wanna be that guy That's stuck in the office all day I wanna be forty years old, and look quite nice, and have A fast car, and enjoy life At twenty-two have a Mercury Prize and sing The same song to thousands a night My mind's not quite a bullet It's not fast and it doesn't fly, fly And I'm yet to pull the trigger In the hopes that we won't die, die I don't wanna be that girl That's stuck in the office all day No, no, no I wanna be forty years old, and look quite nice, and have A fast car, and enjoy life At twenty-two have a Mercury Prize and sing The same song to thousands a night Woah Wo-woah Wo-woah Woah Woah Wo-woah Wo-woah Woah Growing up, growing up I'm growing up, growing up I'm growing up, growing up I'm growing up, growing up I'm growing up, growing up I'm growing up, growing up I'm growing up, growing up I'm growing up, growing up (I'm growing up, growing up) (I'm growing up, growing up) (I'm growing up, growing up) (I'm growing up, growing up) I wanna be forty years old, and look quite nice, and have A fast car and enjoy life At twenty-two have a Mercury Prize and sing The same song to thousands a night