I dreamt of a suit a suit so fine I dressed my words innSewn and tailor made with song in mind made of melodynStitched by threads of notes with perfect pitch, perfectly composednSound in tune and key, a code of rhythm, and harmonynBut when I awoke my coat was worn and my words were plainnEach song that I sang all the notes were wrong and poorly playednBoth my sleeves had holes, my knees were patched, my shoes needed solesnNo clever disguise no way to hide my offensive tonennBut I, I wish for you more than I can give, than I can donYeah you, you deserve the best an anthem not my hand-me-down tunenYeah you, you deserve the best an anthem not my hand-me-down tunen