The old is not gone
And the new yet to be born
Stuck in these middling years
What strange symptoms do appear

Holdin’ on to the past
In the hope it just might last
Even though the die is cast
It’s not over

The fire burns bright
And the smoke clusters tight
While the fiddler on the throne
Doesn’t see anything wrong

But until the long race is run
The sad songs have all been sung
And the portraits all been hung
It’s not over
It’s not oooh-oh-ver
It’s not over
It’s not oooh-oh-ver

Until the roses have all been plucked
And the lemons have all been sucked
And the horny people all been fucked
It’s not over

BRIDGE

It’s not over
Til the bells stop ringing
It’s not over
Til the fat lady stops singing

The old is yet to die
And the is new strugglin’ to be born
Stuck in these maddening years
What morbid symptoms do appear

But while the fire is burning bright
And the stars shine down at night
And the crack lets in the light
It’s not over
It’s not oooh-oh-ver
Its not over
It’s not oooh-oh-ver
It’s not over
Til that fat old girl stops singing
It’s not over
Come on girl
Keep on singing
It’s not over

© IAN LILBURNE 2016