verse:

C                      G           F
The time of my life, a record of myself
   C             G             F     
An accurate sketch of perfect health
  C                G           F
A roof on my head, shoes on my feet
 C              G         F
Plenty of room , plenty to eat
C               G           F 
Been very far, made lots of friends
    C               G                 F  
And I love my mother, hope to see her again

Pre-Chorus:
      C                       G 
I'm a wanderer now, sorrow befalls me
  Am                       Dm
I laugh often so I suppose I'm gonna be fine
C                                  G         
Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing"
    Am
And that's all we do 
        Dm
We just write and play and write and play and write and...

Chorus:
C                   G
Here, here and here
                  Am                      F
He pointed to his heart and mind and ears
C                            G
He said "here, here and here"
                  Am                      F
He pointed to his heart and mind and ears

C



Here, here and here

He pointed to his heart and mind and ears

He said "here, here and here"

He pointed to his heart and mind and ears


Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing" (Here, here and here)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (He pointed to his heart and mind and ears)

Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing" (Here here and here)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (He pointed to his heart and mind and ears)