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