I've got a minute,
just a little minute I have only got a minute,
just a minute
I have only got a minute,
that is all the time I have to sing this tiny little minute
waltz It isn't easy but I'll try then
I've got to say goodbye but first I'll take a minute
And put in it every note that you've been wrote
And thus I'll sing the little minute waltz
And hope that I can sing with no faults
I know it's difficult,
I'll give it every last breath that I've got within my body
Hope that my performance won't be very shoddy
Singing every note will not do wonders for
my throat I probably will end up hoarse
But then of course I will have done it and
a wager that I made I will have won It's not the money but the
satisfaction that
I get from winning money on this silly kind of bet
Though this kind of solo wasn't his intention
Chopin isn't here to make an intervention
So with your permission and no intermission I
will sing each note that that composer wrote
out As you can hear my trilling isn't very thrilling
But no one can say I wasn't very willing
To attempt a thing that's not been done
And just for fun to sing the minute waltz As I sing the seconds fly
All too soon the minute waltz is by And now I ask you where am I?
Halfway through the tune and I'm falling far behind
Oh Mr. Leader wave your stick and end this section
No one will notice if suddenly we're double quick
It will sound like just a ration of passion
I have less than 30 seconds Less than 30 seconds
Less than 30 Less than half a minute
I have less than 30 seconds I have less than half a minute
To complete this little minute waltz
Remember every note that's in the score
While the sands of time I know are pouring
So I'll hurry and I'll try not to worry
If I stumble or omit a bit of tender
schmaltz Oh golly gee how I hate these halts
Take my apology for plunging by them But
you know I've got such little time to
finish what I've started So though it's a crumble forge ahead
And after all I know I'll never make Carnegie Hall
And quite resign to that
Just let me win my bet
And I'll run with my money down to some big store
And there I'll buy a honey
The trophy for myself to put up on the shelf
To show the world I've won Oh the
second hand is rushing round the dial
Now I'd like to end this torture with a smile
Unless someone knows how to stop the clock
You're gonna see me cry before I've said goodbye
I've only eight long measures to complete this song
But I'm afraid my little lungs are brisk before too long
If
only I could last the scale I would have
failed to sing the little minute waltz