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 The jesters 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 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'll sing you castles in the air And I will sleep too I will sleep too, well, I will rest Oh, Mr. Chess My Mr. Chess