Timmy is only ten years old,

made his mind up long ago,

i won't grow to be old,

eleven will suit me fine.

So he stopped eating peas,

stopped eating broccoli,

he won't eat anything

to help him build big strong bones.



So in his bed he'll lay,

he'll f. his hands to say,

one two three four five six seven

seven eight nine ten eleven

when i get to eleven i don't wanna grow no more



another kids would ask of tim

really what was wrong with him

he would not answer them

tim would only walk away

it's not that tim was bad

or twelve would make him mad

just that eleven was the best number to be



a million times he's told

other kids are getting old

one two three four five six seven

seven eight nine ten eleven

when i get to eleven i don't wanna grow no more



and eight nine ten at eleven i'll stop

i don't want to grow up

when i get to eleven i don't wanna grow no more



the day had finally come

the zero turned to one

he blew his candles on a chocolate birthday pie



but tim was kind of sad

so he told mom and dad

twelve doesn't seem so bad

i think i'll give it a try



that night when he would sing

he changed a couple things

one two three four five six seven

seven eight nine ten eleven

when i get to eleven i'm gonna grow some more



and eight nine ten at eleven don't stop

i want to grow up

when i get to eleven i'm gonna grow some more