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 In Their Hair

The 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 Three O'clock
I Stumble To Your Door And Knock
And Ask To See You, Ask To Be You
Mr. Chess
Oh Mr. Chess
My 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
I Would Dream You Things So Fair
I'll Sing You Castles In The Air

And I Would Sleep Too
I Would Sleep Too
I Will Rest
Oh Mr. Chess
My Mr. Chess