The Waltz Of Roosevelt And The Fat Lady Lyrics - 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