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