Virginia Coalition - The Waltz of Roosevelt and the Fat Lady Lyrics

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