Victoria Clark, Laura Osnes - "Impossible" Lyrics

Impossible
For a plain yellow pumpkin
To become a golden carriage!

Impossible
For a plain country bumpkin
And a prince to join in marriage

And four white mice
Will never be four white horses
Such fol-de-rol and fiddledy dee dee
Of course is
Impossible!

But the world is full of zanies and fools
Who don't believe in sensible rules
And won't believe what sensible people say

And because these daft and dewy-eyed dopes
Keep building up impossible hopes
Impossible things are happening every day!

Impossible!
Impossible!
Impossible!
Impossible!
Impossible!
Impossible!
Impossible!

But if you could be a beggar woman not
Five minutes ago and now are my fairy godmother
Then anything is possible, right?

I suppose so

Then you could change it all
You could make it all happen

No, but you could change it
You could make it all happen

Well never, I couldn't

You're right
It's all so

Impossible!
For a plain yellow pumpkin
To become a golden carriage (but you said)

Impossible!
For a plain country bumpkin
And a prince to join in marriage

And four white mice
Will never be four white horses –
Such fol-de-rol and fiddledy dee
Of course is
Impossible!

But the world is full of zanies and fools
Who don't believe in sensible rules
And won't believe what sensible people say

And because these daft and dewy-eyed dopes
Keep building up impossible hopes
Impossible things are happ'ning every day!