Fat Lady Of Limbourg Lyrics - Who's Got Trouble - Shivaree

Well, I rang up Pantucci 

Spoke to Lucia 

I gave them all, they needed to know 

And if affairs are proceeding 

As we're expecting soon enough 

The weak spots will show 

I assume you understand that we have options on your time 

We'll ditch you in the harbor if we must 

But if it all works out nicely 

You'll get the bonus you deserve 

From doctors we trust 

The Fat Lady of Limbourg 

Looked at the samples that we sent 

And furrowed her brow 

You would never believe that 

She'd tasted royalty and fame 

If you saw her now 

But her sense of taste is such that she'll distinguish with her tongue 

The subtleties a spectrograph would miss 

And then announce her decision 

While demanding her reward 

The jellyfish kiss 

Well we checked out that duck quack 

Who laid a big egg, oh so black 

It shone just like gold 

And then the kids from the city 

Finding it pretty, took it home 

And there it was sold 

It was changing hands for weeks till someone left it by their fire 

It melted to a puddle on the floor 

For it was only a candle 

A Roman scandal all along 

Now it's a pool 

That's what they're paid for 

That's what they're paid for 

That's what they're paid for here 

That's what they're paid for 

That's what they're paid for 

That's what they're paid for here