Jill Sobule - The Jig Is Up Lyrics
If I had a lot of moneyId move to another countryId disappear, not tell a soul, I'd change my nameOr maybe I'd go back to schoolMajor in something foolishAnd I could do it cause I'd have a lot of moneyHere I am holding on to childhood's dreamSitting in my apple treeSwaying as the branches tremble under meThe jig is up, it's all been playedThe well is dry, the bed's been madeThe jig is up, the jig is upMaybe I could jump,Jump off the Brooklyn BridgeBut I don't live in BrooklynAnd I don't know how to swimOr I could find religiongo on some kind of missionFeed the poor, and then I would go to heavenif I believed in heavenHere I am, holding on to childhood's dreamStanding on the balconyWaiting for someone to come and rescue meThe jig is up, the dance is doneThe record skips, the song's been sungThe troops have dwindled down to oneThe jig is upThe jig is up, the sun has setThe train is wrecked, the sheets are wetAnd like I said, the jig is upWell I can't really disappearCause I dont have a lot of moneyAnd I don't really think I wannago back to schoolBut maybe I'm just in a bad moodAnd I need to change my attitudeAnd when I wake up tomorrowI'll believe in heavenHere I am, holding on to childhood's dreamClimbing down the apple treeWaking as you pull the covers off of meThe jig is upThe jig is up, yes it's been toughThe punch is drunk, the shrink is shrunkIt's time to get the baby upIt's off to work let's start the carWe'll turn it over in its graveAnd start again its soul to saveThe ji
