The Waltz Of Roosevelt And The Fat Lady

Virginia Coalition

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    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

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    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

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