The maestro has fallen ill

(George Flanagan)

The Maestro has fallen ill and no one knows what’s wrong
Can’t stand on his own two feet and now it won’t be long
They’ve got all the right doctors tending to his needs
And a bed that they adjust to various degrees

It’s getting dark round here the maestro’s fallen ill
It’s getting dark round here the maestro’s fallen ill
It’s getting dark round here and quiet round here and dark round here
It’s getting dark round…

Everyone in his room is busy making plans
Digging out his will and blowing off his fans
But no one seems to notice that underneath his breath
He’s humming soft in the key of F