Cm                              F 
S & G   Sometimes I feel like nobody notices me 
 
 
        Lost in a crowd and shouting out loud come find me 
 
        G#                           G7 
        I don't wanna come across bitter and dramatic 
 
        G#                                      G7 
        But every crowd I get lost in seems so thematic 
 
                        E flat                          B Flat 
        It's always engineers or elephants or rodeos or space-themed idgets 
 
           A flat                                            G 
        I woulda thoughta I woulda stood out int a crowd of lesbian midgets 
 
                      C                    Dm     G 
Y       It's always where (where where) where's wally 
 
                      C                    Dm     G 
        I just can't bear (where where) where's wally 
 
                       Am 
        But it's not fair 
 
 
        Cos I'm right there and you just stare 
 
 
        One time in my life I'd like to hear 
 
 
        There's Wally 
 
        Cm                                 F 
G       Everybody says my look is quite distinctive 
 
        Cm                                    F 
        Picking me out in a crowd should be instinctive 
 
        A flat                       G 
        My frustration it is never ending 
 
        A flat                                       G 
        Wearing all this red and white and still I blend in 
 
        E flat 
        Who would ever have imagined 
 
 
S       That I'd be dressed the same as everyone at a beauty pageant 
 
G       Bloody models 
 
S       Wearing beanies 
 
G       And scarves 
 
Chorus 
 
G       Who's that guy?!? 
 
S       That's Wally!! 
 
G       Wow, he's the bomb! I wanna dance with that guy! 
 
S       Um, he only knows one dance 
 
G       What is that dance?!? 
 
S       The cha cha!! 
 
G       Huh? 
 
S       Ahh You thought I was going to say the hokey-pokey! 
 
Y       That topic is now officially covered!!!! 
 
 
G       Sometimes I dream of a place where I can fly to 
 
Y       I'm sick and tired of everyone dressing like I do 
 
G       What's the point of us being Wally when everyone out-wally's us. Maybe I  
shoule get some new clothes, bulk up, get a tan, lose the glasses, neaten up  
the bikini line by means of electrolysis 
 
        And they'll say: 
 
        There (there there) There's Wally! 
 
        He's got no hair (but there's) Wally. 
 
        Bup bup bup (repeat)