Roberta Fidora

Lyrics

I’m running out of people
Who don’t disappoint me
I’m running out of music
That doesn’t annoy me

I’m playing my tiny violin
Will you listen?
Will you listen?
I don’t stray from my tiny violin
Through the heckling
Intermissions
I don’t play it on a whim
It’s the saddest song of all time
It’s the part where I lose everything
And my mind…

I’m running out of bug spray
I’m running out of milk
I’m running out of willpower
I’m running out of lyrics
(Fly? High? Sky? Why?)

I’m playing my tiny violin
Will you listen?
Will you listen?
I don’t stray from my tiny violin
Through the heckling
Intermissions
I don’t play it on a whim
It’s the saddest song of all time
It’s the part where I lose everything
And my mind…

Look, there it goes…
(La, la, la, la, la)

And I don’t know how to tell you
The orchestra has left
I tried to play conductor
(Play to the crowd)
But instead I’m I’m the best
(Play it better)

At playing my tiny violin
Will you listen?
With a choir?
(Aah!)
I don’t stray from my tiny violin
Through the heckling
(Boooo)
Intermissions
I don’t play it on a whim
It’s the saddest song of all time
I have played my diminutive strings
And now I’m fine