I feel a waltz coming on
I don’t like this feeling
I’ll stare at the light bulb up there on the ceiling
It’s old and it’s corny
It’s phony, it’s false
It’s not what I want, a Waltz!

I feel a waltz coming on
Of all the diseases
The waltz, above all, is the one that displeases
It churns in my stomach
It burns somersaults
The thing I can’t stand is a waltz!

I can’t let them see it
I must try to hide
This squirming unnerving sensation
Of a schmaltzy waltz deep inside

I feel a waltz coming on!
In spite of my wishes
My soul is unfurling and swirling in swishes
I’m three quarters crazy
I’m three quarters mad
I’m waltzing a waltz, I’m Bad!

I can’t let them see it
I must try to act like a man
I don’t trust this feeling
The last time I waltzed I was months in the healing!

I feel a waltz coming on!
It’s most disconcerting
It’s more than my lower lumbago that’s hurting
My delicate senses
It brutely assaults
I cringe when I hear
Everybody stand clear
The thing that I fear, it’s near, it’s here, it’s a waltz!

© 1994 G Madsen/Kathryn Keats. Mop Mop Music ASCAP
GM: Piano, Voice, Orchestral programming