Make It All So Real Songtext
von Steve Forbert

Take your seat at a table
Watch the cabaret fill
Ted came down for the singer
He saw the name on the bill
How the minutes were dragging
As the audience grew
Ted was growing impatient
As he swallowed his brew
"It′s time to welcome the artist"
He heard somebody say
Saw a face in the floodlight
And everything was okay
Singer man, do your work
Sing your song, make it hurt
Sing the tears, sing the pain
Make it all so real
Then the singer was singing
All his serious songs
And his band was a-playing
And Ted was humming along


Meanwhile back in a corner
There was a table for two
Where sat the singer's cute lover
And she was drinking a few
All snuggled up with a stranger
Who had his hand on her thigh
She was receiving his message
And gazing into his eyes
Singer man, do your work
Sing your song, make it hurt
Sing the tears, sing the pain
Make it all so real
So the sound came a-rolling
Tumbling into the night
And all the people were raving
Saying, "Man, our singer′s alright!"
Such a burning performer
What a fabulous show
Little lover was stirring
She was ready to go
And while the singer was wailing
She got up to depart
The crowd was stomping and cheering
She was breaking his heart
Singer man, do your work
Sing your song, boy, make it hurt
Sing the tears, sing the pain
Make it all so real
Ted was feeling terrific
As the crowd filtered out
Raving on 'bout the hero
There were whistles and shouts
There was a guy with his sweetheart
Ted came walking on past
He could hear what was spoken
He could hear what she asked
She said, "Don't you envy the hero?"
And the fella answered his girl
"Yes, he′s the ultimate singer
He′s on top of the world!"
Singer man, do your work
Sing your song, make it hurt
Sing the tears, sing the pain
Make it all so real