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