It’s Not Over

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 over

 

It’s not over  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

 

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

Its not over

 

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