Tom: C
C Em7 F (G)
Why can't the world be more like in my dreams
C Em7 F (G)
It would be full of all my favourite things
F G
The sun shining in the sky
F G
And suddenly I can fly
F G
I'm a little bird up high
F G
In 'V' formation with my favourite guys
F G
I'm a Amelia Earhart
F G
My plane has a broken wing
F G
My fella's are my propellors
F G
And my cookies start to sing
C Em7 F (G)
Why can't the world be more like in her dreams
''I agree''
I won't tell my secrets to foreign spys
And then rescued by my two favourite guys
I'm instantly pregnant and I can't explain
And when the pop out they're like Bret and Jemaine
I'm walking to school, folks are staring at me
Then I look down I'm completely naked
What if the world was more like in my dreams
I wake up early in the morning
Go to school and do a test
Then all my teeth fall out
And I'm falling to my death
