Текст песни Virginia Coalition - The Waltz of Roosevelt and the Fat Lady
Virginia Coalition - The Waltz of Roosevelt and the Fat Lady слова песни
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