A             E             D
I could never sleep my way to the top
            A                  E               D
'Cause my alarm clock always wakes me right up
                A                E           D
And since my options had been whittled away
              B                   E
I struck a bargain with my radio DJ
             A                E            D
I said I'd like this song to be number one
                      A             E               D
He said "I'd really really like to help you my son"
             A                E                D
And then I knew that I would have him to thank
             B                              E
Because he asked me how much I had in the bank

Pre Chorus:
             A         E       D
He said to think long term investment and
               F#                   D
That all the others had forgiven themselves
             A    E             D
He said the net reward would justify
       F#                                D
The colossal mess they'd made of their lives

[Verse 2]
          A             E             D
He said the record wouldn't have to be hot
          A             E             D
And no one ever seemed to care if it's not
          A             E             D
It would depend on something else that I've got
              B                           E
And that the other ones who'd given it a shot

[Pre-Chorus]
          A         E        D
Had seen a modest sum grow geometrically
     A             E           D
And then they had forgiven themselves
          A         E        D
Because the net reward had justified
       F#                                D
The colossal mess they'd made of their lives

[Chorus]
 A       E  F#             E       D     E
Hey Mr. DJ, I thought you said we had a deal
    A      E          D               F#      E                  F#
I thought you said, "You scratch my back and I'll scratch your record"
         D                 E     A
And I thought you said we had a deal

[Verse 3]
          A             E             D
Well, I told you about the world (its address)
          A             E             D
I wonder when they're gonna clean up the mess
              A            E             D
You know the rabid child is still tuning in
              B                           E
Chess piece face's patience must be wearing thin
          A             E             D
Because they haven't played this song on the air
          A             E             D
Not that anyone but me even cared
          A             E             D
And the Disk Jockey has moved out of town
              B                           E
The district courthouse says he's nowhere to be found

[Pre-Chorus]
             A         E       D
Had seen a modest sum grow geometrically and
     A             E           D
Then they had forgiven themslves
             A       E        D
Because the net reward had justified
       F#                                D
the colossial mess they'd made of their lives

[Chorus]
 A       E  F#             E       D     E
Hey Mr. DJ, I thought you said we had a deal
    A      E          D               F#      E                  F#
I thought you said, "You scratch my back and I'll scratch your record"
         D                 E     A
And I thought you said we had a deal

[Outro]
A  E  D
(Over and over)