Oh, oh, oh, (F)Woke up to day What (Bb)feel ing the way I (Dm)al (C)ways do.

Oh, oh, oh, (F)Hun gry for some thing that (B)I (G)can’t eat.

Then (A7)I hear the beat.

That (Dm)rhy thm of town starts (Db7)call ing me down.

They (F)It’s like a mes sage from (B)high (G)a bove.

Oh, oh, oh, (C)Pull ing me (F)out to the (Bb)smiles and the (Gm)streets that I (C)love.

(F)Good morn (C7)ing, (F)Bal ti more!

Ev ’ry day’s like an (Bb)o pen door.

Ev ’ry night is a (Fsus)fan (F)ta sy.

They Ev ’ry sound’s like a (F)sym (Csus)pho ny.

(F)Good morn (C7)ing, (Fsus)Bal (F)ti more!

And some day when I (Bb)take to the floor, the (Bbm)world’s gon na wake up and (F)see

Bal ti more and (F)me.

Oh, oh, oh, (F)Look at my hair.

What (Bb)“do” can com pare with (Dm)mine (C)to day?

Oh, oh, oh, (F)I’ve got my hair spray and (B)ra (G)di o.

I’m (A7)read y to go.

The (Dm)rats on the streets all (Db7)dance ’round my feet.

They (F)seem to say, “Tra cy, it’s (B)up (G)to you.”

So, oh, oh, (C)Don’t hold me (F)back ’cause to (Bb)day all my (Gm)dreams will come (C)true.

(F)Good morn (C7)ing, (F)Bal ti more!

There’s the flash er who (Bb)lives next door.

There’s the bum on his (Fsus)bar (F)room stool.

They wish me luck on my (F)way (Csus)to school.

(F)Good morn (C7)ing, (Fsus)Bal (F)ti more!

And some day when I (Bb)take to the floor, the (Bbm)world’s gon na wake up and (F)see

Bal ti more and (F)me.

(F)me.

I (Db)know ev ’ry step.

I (Ab)know ev ’ry song.

I (Bbm7)know there’s a place where (Bbm)I (Ab)be long.

I (Eb)see all those par ty lights (Bb)shin ing a head.

So (Cm7)some one in (Bb)vite me be (Csus)fore I drop dead!

So, oh, oh, (F)Give me a chance, ’cause when (Bb)I start to dance I’m a (Dm)mov ie star.

Oh, oh, oh, (F)Some thing in side of me (B)makes (G)me move when (A7)I hear the groove.

My (Dm)ma tells me, “No,” but my (Bbm)feet tell me, “Go.” (F)It’s like a drum mer in (B)side my (G)heart.

Oh, oh, oh, (C)Don’t make me (F)wait one more (Bb)mo ment for (Gm7)my life to (F)start.

(G)I love (D7)you, (Gsus)Bal (G)ti more!

Ev ’ry day’s like an (C)o pen door.

Ev ’ry night is a (Gsus)fan (G)ta sy.

Ev ’ry sound’s like a (G)sym (Dsus)pho ny.

And (G)I prom (D7)ise, (Gsus)Bal (G)ti more,

that some day when I (C)take to the floor, the (Cm)world’s gon na wake up and (G)see,

gon na wake up and (C)see

Bal ti more and (G)me.

Bal ti (D9)more and (G)me.

Bal ti more and (G)me!