Direct from her exclusive engagement at the Baltimore Women's Detention Center, I give you the always unexpected Tracy Turnblad! You're washed up, so face the facts You're looking like a snail stocked dead in its tracks Wind it up, your song, your life's known Your swan song's over, that's all that she wrote Say hello to your Waterloo Little rabbit, you was thinking the race was through But while you were complaining, the tortoise was gaining on you Yes, it's true That it ain't over till the fat lady sings The fight ain't finished till the last bell rings The jury's still out till the verdict comes in So good luck and we'll say the best dance wins You think your dancing cannot be matched You've been counting all your chickens before they was hatched You never can predict which way the pendulum swings It ain't over till the fat lady sings Make way, step aside Button up your coat cause you're going for a ride The teacher's pet's on a run out of gas Now someone else is headed to the head of the class You showed us every step that you know But when you weren't looking, I stopped the show And there's just no comparing our moves when I'm raring to go Don't you know that It ain't over till the fat lady sings It's been great fun, but it was just one of those things It's the bottom of the ninth, I'd save that vow You'll beat all the traffic if you just sit down Where'd that bad bitch you put all your eggs? I'm gonna scramble them up with these super fine legs When I'm dancing, look around you, all you see is grapes And it ain't over till the fat lady sings Well, well, well, you got nice moves, don't get me wrong But you're never gonna be the rage girl Cause after a big girl sings her song She'll put you in a trance and dance you right off the stage The shiny carpet is covered in rust I'm steppin' on the gas, so just eat my dust Can't we match the chance? Don't I still have a chance? Don't I still have a chance if you come on? So just remember that It ain't over till the fat lady sings As Truman said to Dewey, man, I know that it stings I bet you should be wishin' that you had wings The world is full of poppers who once were kings So we're lookin' to the future and the hope that it brings It ain't over till the fat lady sings It ain't over till the fat lady sings