So good to meet you, Mr. Chess
I've always heard that you're the best
At housing knights
And castles high up in the air
So I beseech you, Mr. Chess
To let me sleep inside your bed
And would you sleep, too
Would you sleep, too, in the chair?
You see, I dream of many things
Of floating, solitary kings
Of pawns and people with
Blue sequins through their hair
A jester sings
The bishop brings the queen
A hollow following...
And all the pawns
And people stop
And people stare
So, I, too, stop
At 3 o'clock
I stumble to your door and knock
And ask to see you
And ask to be you
Mr. Chess.. Oh, Mr. Chess..
Now I beseech you, Mr. Chess
To let me sleep, to let me rest
To let me dream
To let me sing without a care
And I will dream you things so fair
I sing your castles in the air
And I will sleep, too
I will sleep, too
I will rest... Oh, Mr. Chess,.. My Mr. Chess
So good to meet you, Mr. Chess
I've always heard that you're the best
At housing knights
And castles high up in the air
So I beseech you, Mr. Chess
To let me sleep inside your bed
And would you sleep, too
Would you sleep, too, in the chair?
You see, I dream of many things
Of floating, solitary kings
Of pawns and people with
Blue sequins through their hair
A jester sings
The bishop brings the queen
A hollow following...
And all the pawns
And people stop
And people stare
So, I, too, stop
At 3 o'clock
I stumble to your door and knock
And ask to see you
And ask to be you
Mr. Chess.. Oh, Mr. Chess..
Now I beseech you, Mr. Chess
To let me sleep, to let me rest
To let me dream
To let me sing without a care
And I will dream you things so fair
I sing your castles in the air
And I will sleep, too
I will sleep, too
I will rest... Oh, Mr. Chess,.. My Mr. Chess
So good to meet you, Mr. Chess
I've always heard that you're the best
At housing knights
And castles high up in the air
So I beseech you, Mr. Chess
To let me sleep inside your bed
And would you sleep, too
Would you sleep, too, in the chair?
You see, I dream of many things
Of floating, solitary kings
Of pawns and people with
Blue sequins through their hair
A jester sings
The bishop brings the queen
A hollow following...
And all the pawns
And people stop
And people stare
So, I, too, stop
At 3 o'clock
I stumble to your door and knock
And ask to see you
And ask to be you
Mr. Chess.. Oh, Mr. Chess..
Now I beseech you, Mr. Chess
To let me sleep, to let me rest
To let me dream
To let me sing without a care
And I will dream you things so fair
I sing your castles in the air
And I will sleep, too
I will sleep, too
I will rest... Oh, Mr. Chess,.. My Mr. Chess