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...