(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 [...]
The maestro has fallen ill
Published: 05/01/08
A post, filed in: Lyrics
