I would like to be here
I would like to be there
I would like to be everywhere at once
I know that's a contradiction in terms
And it's a problem
Especially when my body's nearing fifty as my mind is nearing ten
I can hardly stay up
And I can't get to sleep
And I don't want to wake tomorrow morning
At the bottom of some heap
But why take it so seriously?
After all, there's nothing at stake here, only me
I want to be young
And I want to be old
I would like to be wise before my time
And yet be foolish and brash and bold
I would like the universe to get down on its knees
And say, "Guido, whatever you please, it's okay
Even if it's impossible, we'll arrange it"
That's all that I want
I am lusting for more
Should I settle for less?
I ask you, what's a good thing for
If not for taking it to excess?
One limitation I dearly regret
There's only one of me I've ever met
I would like to have another me to travel along with myself
I would even like to be able to sing a duet with myself
I would like like to be here (Sing along with myself in a song)
To be there (Walking down a lane now)
Everywhere (Everywhere)
Everywhere, That's a contradiction in terms
I want to be here (With a counter)
Here (Melody in the)
Here (Top of the morning to you, Guido)
Guido (Guido) Guido (Guido) Guido, Me (Me) Me!
I want to be Proust or the Marquis de Sade
I would like to be Christ, Mohammed, Buddha
But not have to believe in God
And you know I mean it with all of my heart
It's the end if something important doesn't start
I want to be young
But I have to be old
What I want is a tale of sound and fury
That some idiot went and told
I would like the universe to get down on its knees
And say, "Guido, whatever you please, it's okay
Even if it's ridiculous, we'll arrange it"
So arrange it!
Women: Arrange it!
That's all that I want
Women: La, la, la, la, la... Guido, Guido, Guido, Guido,
Contini, Contini, Contini, Contini, Contini, Contini, Contini, Contini
Guido! Guido!