(Tune: Where is Thumbkin?) I am special, I am special, look at me and you’ll see Someone very special, very, very special, That is me. YES IT”S ME!! I wiggle my fingers I wiggle my toes I wiggle my shoulders, I wiggle my nose. A pair of ankles near my feet, A pair of hands all washed and neat. I have bigger feet and bigger toes, Bigger fingers and a bigger nose! A pair of eyes here on my face. I could jump, I could run, I could talk, and it was fun! I grew some more and now I'm three. I had tiny feet and tiny toes, Tiny fingers and a tiny nose! A little bit bigger,each day I grew. I miss my tooth, as you may guess, but then- I have to brush one less When I was one, I was very small.
And every time I smile, I show A space where some-thing used to grow. A tooth fell out and left a space so big my tongue can touch my FACE. The fairy took my loose tooth My wiggly jiggly loose tooth And now I have a nickel And a hole inside my head. So I pulled my loose tooth My wiggly jiggly loose tooth Put it beneath my pillow And then I went to bed. (four on right hand) Just think! What four little friends can do! I have a loose tooth, a wiggly jiggly loose tooth I have a loose tooth A-hanging by a thread. Wiggle your fingers, waggle your fingers, Shake your fingers so, Stretch right out to touch a friend, And they’ll be glad to know – YOU!! Two little friends are better than one, (hold up 2 fingers on right hand, one on left) And three are better than two (three on left, and two on right) And four are much better still. I can make them do things, would you like to see? I can shut them up tight, or open them wide, I can put them together, or make them all hide, I can make them jump high, I can make them jump low, I can fold them up quietly, and hold them just so. Higgledy, piggeldy, bumblebee, Who can say their name for me? (Child says name) Let's all say it (name) Let's clap and say it (name) Let's whisper it (name) I have ten fingers and they all belong to me. I just wanted to escape.Everybody do this, do this, do this, (leader demonstrates a body movement) Everybody do this, just like me (everyone copies it) Everybody do this, do this, do this, Everybody do this, just like me. I was tired of bunk beds at the foster homes. I have been questioned about the meaning of the chorus, which says “Bunk to Bombay.” It means a bunk bed to somewhere far away. Its message is that if I can make it in life, then anybody can make it.
This song has been an inspiration to many. I decided to write a song to my mom, to show her that I can be a winner, and that nobody was going to stop me from soaring in my life. I could feel the little foster kid inside me beginning to cry. I was facing a flood of emotions and bad memories. I felt unworthy to take care of a baby angel. I was shocked and grew very scared wondering what kind of father I was going to be. When we decided to have a child, she was pregnant within a month. I was reluctant to bring any more children into this evil and cruel world. I was a product of a messed up relationship and therefore had a messed up childhood. Before we were married we discussed the possibility of not having children. This was a huge deal and a big step for me. My wife and I had been married for seven years at that point, and decided we wanted to have a child. I wrote this song when I was thirty years old. I wrote “I Wanna Be A Kid” about my experience growing up in foster care for 13 years.
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