| Open up your eyes, lookin' at the people | 
| Wouldn’t it be nice if they were always smilin' | 
| Open up your eyes, lookin' at the people | 
| Wouldn’t it be nice if they were always smilin', smilin' | 
| Wake in the mornin', look out of my window | 
| Down on the street as the people pass by | 
| Wonderful faces, awake but asleep | 
| Rushing around with appointments to keep | 
| Rushing around with appointments to keep | 
| Bald-headded banker, with bowler on head | 
| Credit for debit still in the red | 
| School girl in pigtails and freckly nose | 
| Tryin' to remember her latin prose | 
| Tryin' to remember her latin prose | 
| Open up your eyes, lookin' at the people | 
| Wouldn’t it be nice if they were always smilin' | 
| Open up your eyes, lookin' at the people | 
| Wouldn’t it be nice if they were always smilin', smilin' | 
| Open up your eyes, open up your eyes | 
| Open up your eyes, open up your eyes | 
| Isn’t it surprisin' what you’ll find? | 
| Open up your eyes, open up your eyes | 
| What are they thinkin'? | 
| What’s on their minds? | 
| Are they all lookin' for somethin' to find? | 
| Decreasin' circles, running around | 
| Searchin' for somethin' they’ve already found | 
| Searchin' for somethin' they’ve already found | 
| Open up your eyes, lookin' at the people | 
| Wouldn’t it be nice if they were always smilin' | 
| Open up your eyes, lookin' at the people | 
| Wouldn’t it be nice if they were always smilin' | 
| Open up your eyes, lookin' at the people |