1-2, 1-2-3-4 Woke up it was a Chelsea morning And the first thing that I heard Was the song outside my window And the traffic wrote the words It came ringing up like Christmas belles Like wrapping up like pipes and drums Wonґt you stay weґll put on the day And weґll wear it till the night comes Woke up it was a Chelsea morning And the first thing that I saw Was the sun through yellow curtains