I’m ma (F)li cious, mean, and scar y.

My (Bb)sneer could cur dle dair y, and (Dm)vio lence wise, my (G)hands are not the (C)clean est.

But de (F)spite my e vil look and my (Bb)tem per and my (Bm)hook, I’ve (C)al ways yearned to be a con cert (F)pia nist.

Can’t you (Am)see me on the stage per form ing (Dm)Mo zart,

(G)tick l ing the i v’ries ’til they (Gdim)gleam?

(C)Yep, I’d (F)rath er be called dead ly for my (Bb)kill er show tune (Bm)med ley.

Thank you!

’Cause (C)way down deep in side, I’ve got a (F)dream.

He’s got a (Bb)dream,

he’s got a (F)dream.

See, I (Am)ain’t as cruel and (Dm)vi cious as I (Gm)seem.

(C)Though I (F)do like break ing fe murs, you could (Bb)count me with the (Bm)dream ers.

Like (C)ev ’ry bod y else, I’ve got a (F)Na

na na (Bb)na na (C)na na (F)na na (G)na na (C)na.

I’ve got (Bb)lov er, not a (Db7)fight er, ’cause (C)way down deep in side, I’ve got a (F)dream.

I’ve got a (Bb)dream,

I’ve got a (F)dream,

and I (Am)know one day ro (Dm)mance will reign su (Gm)preme!

(C)Though my (F)face leaves peo ple scream ing, there’s a (Bb)child be hind it dream ing.

Like (C)ev ’ry bod y else, I’ve got a (F)dream.

(Am)Tor would like to quit and be a (Bb)flo rist.

(F)Gun ther does in ter i or de sign.

(Am)Ulf is in to mime, At li la’s (Dm)cup cakes are sub lime.

(G)Bruis er knits, Kill er sews, Fang does lit tle pup pet shows, and Vla di mir col lects cer am ic (C)u ni corns.

I have (F)dreams like you, no, real ly!

Just (Bb)much less touch y feel y.

They (F)main ly hap pen (G)some where warm and (C)sun ny

on an (F)is land that I (Eb)own, tanned and (Bb)rest ed and a (Bm)lone,

sur (C)round ed by e nor mous piles of (F)mon ey.

I’ve got a (Bb)dream,

I’ve got a (F)dream.

I just (Am)want to see the (Dm)float ing lan terns (C)gleam.

And with (F)ev ’ry pass ing ho ur, I’m so (Bb)glad I left my (Bm)tow er.

Like (C)all you love ly folks, I’ve got a (F)dream.

She’s got a (Bb)dream,

we’ve got a (F)dream.

So our (Am)dif f’renc es ain’t (Dm)real ly that ex (Gm)treme, we’re one big (C)team.

Call us (F)bru tal, sick, sa dis tic, and gro (Bb)tes quely op ti (Bdim)mis tic.

’Cause (C)way down deep in side, we’ve got a (Dm7)dream, I’ve got a dream,

(Dm)dream, I’ve got a dream,

(Dm)dream, I’ve got a dream, I’ve got a (G7)dream.

Yes, (F)way down deep in (Bb)side, I’ve got a (F)dream.