"When I Grow Up (The G-Man Song)" lyrics

When I grow up, I don't want to be a fireman
Oh that's just kid stuff
Yeah, that's just kid stuff
When I grow up, I don't want to be a policeman
Oh, they're not tough enough
No, they're not tough enough

When I grow up, I don't want to work for the city
My old man says it takes too much out of ya'
Unions bother ya'
So I don't cater to be mayor like La Guardia

When I grow up, I got my plan, see
It may not be quite just as fancy
As some people might wish
But boy it's just my dish
I'll give you just a hint
I wouldn't like to be an "A" man, or a "B" Man, or a "C" man, or a "D" man or a "F" man (get it)

Gee, would I like to be a "G" man
And go "bang" "bang" "bang"
I'd be a brave gang-busting "he man"
And go "bang" "bang" "bang"
I'd put on disguises of all different sizes
And would I win prizes for telling who spieses

Gee, I'd like to be a "G" man
And go "bang" "bang" "bang"
Say stick 'em up
And go bang, bang, bang
"Come clean, you rat",
Bang, bang, bang

I'd be known in all the best parts of New York
Like "21" and "18", and the Stork
To all the smartest night clubs I would go
To find out all the things that a G-man ought to know

And after I go out and got my man
To Palm Beach I would go to get my tan
Though making merry, I'd be fancy free
'Cause Mrs. Mitchell's boy would be watchin' out for me

Gee, but I'd like to be a G-man
And go bang, bang, bang
Just like Dick Tracy, what a "he-man" and go bang, bang, bang
I'd do as I please [?] I handed Enrico
For 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
Say you won't talk, huh,
Bang, bang, bang
Out of the way bud, let me get in that picture,
Bang, bang, bang

They got my pal