William Finn - Mister, Make Me A Song lyrics

[WILLIAM FINN] (Prerecorded with Finn singing and Vadim Fechtner on piano.) All I'm asking for is a tune Something itchy to tap my toes to Something that, in late afternoon Makes high-strung boys collapse Mister, perhaps you need some refreshments What about some oolong? Oh, make me a song Make me a song, boy Drag out the ukulele This Israeli is gonna fill the air! Write me a thing that's here for all time Like tennis or Mahjongg And Mister, make me a song [ADAM] (Changes from the precorded tape to the cast recording.) All I'm asking for is a mood Something hot but not literary Maybe something ruckus and crude That activates my toes Nobody knows the wounds I keep hidden I've hid them for too long So make me a song Make me a song, boy Drag out the deepest feeling I'm revealing Everything raw inside Make the harmonic Simple and pure Let's keep the rhythms strong And Mister, make me a song Don't want lifeless I don't want lifeless I want a song that I can swing! 1-2-3-4-5 Something with glory That tells a story- A song with hope, and joy, and spring Make each moment melt in my throat All I'm asking for is perfection Make each measure and every note So wicked I could die I'll tell you why I love to make music: I feel like I'm King Kong So make me a song Make me a song, boy Try not to fancy up it I'm your puppet Sit down, and have a ball Sometimes it's so confused in my head The witch is dead, ding-dong, that's so wrong! And Mister, make me a song! Mister (spoken) Come on, come on, come on! (sung) Make me a song Come on make me a song