OUR FINEST DREAMS

We’ll dim the (Em9)lights.

The crowd will (D)hush.

We’ll start the (Em9)o ver ture and (A13)Beth will sure ly (F#m7)blush.

And when Cla (E)ris sa (Gm)starts to (F#m7)plead,

(Em9)Christ mas will ex (A13)ceed our fin est (D)dreams!

Meg, you will (Em9)die,

like none be (D)fore.

The world will (Em9)shud der when your (A13)bod y hits the (F#m7)floor.

For when Rod (E)ri go (Gm)makes you (F#m7)bleed,

(Em9)Christ mas will ex (A13)ceed our fin est (D)dreams!

Now (A7)A my, as Cla ris sa, on ly (D)pas sion is per mis si ble.

This (A7)trag e dy de pends up on the (D)fire in your eyes.

And (F)Beth, when you’re the moth er,

you’ll be (Eb)no ble, you’ll be pure.

All (Dm7)hearts will melt the (Bb)mo ment Moth er (Gmaj7)cries.

I know you’re (Em9)tired.

I know it’s (D)hard.

But we will (Em9)tri umph when Rod (A13)ri go yells “en (F#m7)garde.” (“Tou (B7)ché!”) Our suc (E)cess is (Gm)guar an (F#m7)teed!

(Em9)Christ mas will be (Gm)thrill ing.

(F#m7)Christ mas will be (B7)go ry.

(Em9)Christ mas will ex (A13)ceed our fin est (Ab)dreams.

(Dbsus4)I’ve got my (Ab)boots and (Db13)hat.

My (Ebm7)mus tache is (Abm7)curled.

I’m (Ebm7)mak ing my (Abm7)en trance (Cbm(ma7))now

with (Eb7)cur tains un (F)furled.

I’ll show them (Ebm7)all I’m no lit tle (Ab7)wom an in a (Ebm7)dress all but toned and (Ab7)pearled.

I’m read y to (Ab)take a (Gb6)bow.

I’ve tak en (Db7sus4)a (Ab)sol emn (Gb6)vow,

with all that (Db7sus4)I (Ab)am, some (Gb6)how:

(Gb)Christ mas (D)Christ mas

will ex ceed our (Cb)fin est (Gb)dreams!