It's Impossible, for A plain yellow pumpkin to become A goldin carriage,
Impossible, for A plain country bumpkin and A prince to join in marriage,
And four white mice will never be four white horses.
Such fallerall and fiddledeedee of courses.
Impossible.
But the world is full of zanies and fools,
Who don't believe in sensible rules,
And wont believe what sensible people say,
And because these daft and dewy-Eyed dopes keep building up impossible hopes,
Impossible, things are happening everyday.
(C)Its possible,
For A plain yellow pumpkin to become A goldin cariage,
Its possible,
For A plain country bumpkin and A prince to join in mariage,
And four white mice are easily turned to horses,
Such fallerall and fiddledeedee ofcourses.
Quite possible,
(C+Fg)Its possible,
(C)So the world is full of zanies and fools,
(Fg)Who don't believe in sensible rules,
(C)And wont believe what sensible people say,
(C&Fg;)And because these daft and dewy-Eyed dopes keep building up impossible hopes, impossible, things are happening everyday.