I could be a priest or a dentist
An architect, a deputy, or a journalist
I could be an actor and make it through
Be a poet who writes his verses as no one does
I could be one of the band's general officers
A model, one of the merchandising heroes
I could be a slave of work
A banker, the fashion designer of the deck
And there isn't any other hypothesis
That I don't think of, but
What I actually wanted to be
Is Cássia Eller
I could be a magical illusionist
A lion tamer, a gigolo, a psychoanalyst
I could be a golfing champion
Of wrestling, chess, or whatever you want
I could be one of the fashion writers
Those of whom they speak so bad (And he doesn't even bother)
I could be a high executive
A balconist or just a bloodthirsty killer
And there isn't any other hypothesis
That I don't think of, but
What I actually wanted to be
Is Cássia Eller
I could be a nuclear psychist
An astronaut, a sea explorer
I could be a king of football
A vagabond or a "Scol" teacher
I could be a great film-maker
A detective and have secrets in a briefcase
I could be a monk from Nepal
A gardener, a sailor, etc and such
And there isn't any other hypothesis
That I don't think of, but
What I actually wanted to be
Is Cássia Eller