Every day, my robe would tug and pull,
It was tight, I found it hard to breathe,
I wanted it clean, just spotless and pure,
But it grey it stayed, I was so dismayed…

CHORUS
I wanted to be beautiful,
But my cloak was old and grey,
It was gross, it made me frown.
I wanted to be beautiful,
But the dirt stayed anyway.
Yes, it was gross, it made me frown. (oh-no)
I wanted bleach to wash it away.

To the Hobbits, I was delirious,
I was doomed, I needed room,
Room to wash my clothes, and make them sparkly clean,
And oh so white, and really bright.
Like Saruman’s, I wanted his!

CHORUS
I wanted to be beautiful,
But my cloak was old and grey,
It was gross, it made me frown.
I wanted to be beautiful,
But the dirt stayed anyway.
Yes, it was gross, it made me frown. (oh-no)
I wanted bleach to wash it away.

No matter what I did,
(no matter what I did)
No matter what I tried,
(no matter what I tried)
My clothes would be filthy and roughly hewn,
Full of hideous mistakes.

And everywhere I go,
(everywhere I go)
My clothes are filled with grime,
(clothes are filled with grime)
So tomorrow I will awake,
And then decide,

CHORUS
That I want to be beautiful,
But my cloak is old and grey,
It is gross, it makes me frown. (oh-nooh)
I want to be beautiful,
But the dirt stays anyway.
Yes, it is gross, it makes me frown.
I want bleach to wash it TODAY.

So I got bleach, I was WHITE, not grey,
So I got bleach, I was WHITE, not grey.