©1991 Torriglia/Rogers

For 20 years he stood upon

that greasy chicken shack

Watching people come and go

but never coming back

He used to be a symbol

for a restaurant that's long gone

But, now, he is an icon

for the ought years and beyond

Oh, When I grow up I want to be

I want to make a perfect world

And I want to play accordion

And fill your life with joy-JOY!

When I grow up I want to be

He stood there strong and silent

while his owners made a buck

And even when the place went broke

he never raised a cluck

He leads us by example

and his values we salute

I'm proud to be a friend of this 20-foot galoot

Oh, When I grow up I want to be

I want to make a perfect world

And I want to play accordion

And fill your life with joy-JOY!

When I grow up I want to be

Instrumental

Although we never see him

He's always in his room

His presence is a shield

that protects us all from gloom

His sword is truth and honesty

He'll always win the fight

He'll scratch out bad and evil

He is our guiding light

Oh, When I grow up I want to be

I want to make a perfect world

And I want to play accordion

And fill your life with joy-JOY!

When I grow up I want to be

Oh, Chicken Boy

Oh, Chicken Boy

A nation turns to you