Virginia Coalition

The Waltz Of Roosevelt And The Fat Lady

Virginia Coalition


Roosevelt we've been betrayed 
Said someone over there 
I think it was me 
Here's a little place for you 
And here's a little house where you can die 
There's a lady in the corner 
Who'd really love to sing for you 
Feel free to sing along 
Well I hear she sings a pretty song, I do 
But Roosevelt I might be wrong 
And every time he thinks of her 
Something kind of wonderful comes right into mind 
It ain't over till it's over 
It ain't over till she sings her song 
But Roosevelt I might be wrong 

We can try and make sense out of you 
Maybe in a minute or two 
Cause my heart's getting tired and my toes getting cold 
I hope we don't ever get old 
Ain't it funny how we're all getting old 
Ain't it funny how we're all getting old 
And the fat lady doesn't get old 
Ain't it funny how we're all getting old 

And the fat lady sings with the grace of an angel 
As Roosevelt devises his plan 
As her voice becomes music, the music the waltz 
Which was over before it began 
But it was already done 
But it was already done 

Singing Obi Wan we've been betrayed 
Said someone over there I think it was you 
Here's a little place for you 
And here's a little house where you can die 
Cause there's a lady in the corner 
Who'd really love to sing for you 
Feel free to sing along 
Well I hear she sings a pretty song, I do 
Roosevelt I might be wrong 
And every time he thinks of her 
Nothing short of wonderful comes right into mind 
It ain't over till it's over 
It ain't over till she sings her song 
But Roosevelt I might be wrong 

We can try and make sense out of you 
Maybe in a minute or two 
Cause my heart's getting tired and my toes getting cold 
I hope we don't ever get old 

(tell me the story....tell me, tell...) 
Ain't it funny how we're all getting old 
Ain't it funny how we're all getting old (tell me the story) 
And the fat lady doesn't get old (tell me the tale) 
Ain't it funny how we're all getting old (tell me the story) 

And the fat lady sings with the grace of an angel 
Roosevelt devises his plan 
As her voice becomes music, the music the waltz 
Which was over before it began