If I were an astronaut I'd bring you back a moon rock You could put it on a bookshelf With all of your other what-nots If I were a painter I'd talk you into posin' nude Yeah then you'd get paid to lay around all day And let me look at you If I were a hitman I'd take you cruisin' in my unmarked van To kill some time sippin' wine on the beach In a far-away land If I were a preacher I'd say a few extra prayers So you could sleep in on Sunday And still be squared away with the man upstairs But I am what I am I was born a music man So I do what I do I string a few chords together And I sing about lovin' you If I were an architect I'd take my handy-dandy pencil set Design you a two-story log home With a split-level wrap-around sun deck If I were a lumberjack I'd help you climb up the tallest tree Show you the little baby eagles That ordinary people never get to see () Yes I am what I am I was born a music man So I do what I know how to do I string a few chords together and I sing about lovin' Spend all day just kissin' and cuddlin' And writin' these songs that are all about lovin' you (Extra verses): If I had a green thumb I'd plant tomatoes when the spring comes Then you wouldn't have to panic 'bout buyin' organic You could just pick you some If I had a PhD In self-help psychology I'd write a book about how you help me live in the now And find inner peace