| Song | Make It All So Real |
| Artist | Steve Forbert |
| Album | Jackrabbit Slim |
| 作曲 : Forbert | |
| Take your seat in the table watch the cabaret fill | |
| Ted came down for the singer | |
| He saw the name on the bill how the minutes were draggin'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 an' ev'rything was ok.... | |
| 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 wa a-playing ; | |
| Ted was hummin' along. | |
| Meanwhile back in a corner there was a table for two. | |
| Where sat the singer's cute lover snd she was drinkin' a few, all snuggled up with a stranger who had his hand on her tigh, she was receivin' his message an' gazing into his eyes... | |
| So the sound came a-rollin',tumblin' into the night an' all the people were ravin', sayin' " Man our singer's allright ! " | |
| An' " Such a burnin' performer ! " " What a fabulous show ! " | |
| Little lover was stirrin'. | |
| She was ready to go. | |
| An' while the singer was wailing she got up to depart. | |
| The crowd was stompin' an' cheering. | |
| She was breakin' his heart... | |
| Ted was feelin' terrific as the crowd filtered out ravin' on 'bout the hero, there were whistles an' shouts | |
| There was a guy with his sweetheart. | |
| Ted came walkin' on past. he could hear what was spoken. | |
| He could hear what she asked. ( She said ) " Don't you envy the hero ? " | |
| An' the fella answered his girl " Yes. He's the ultimate singer. He's on top of the world ! " |
| zuò qǔ : Forbert | |
| Take your seat in the table watch the cabaret fill | |
| Ted came down for the singer | |
| He saw the name on the bill how the minutes were draggin' 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 an' ev' rything was ok.... | |
| 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 wa aplaying | |
| Ted was hummin' along. | |
| Meanwhile back in a corner there was a table for two. | |
| Where sat the singer' s cute lover snd she was drinkin' a few, all snuggled up with a stranger who had his hand on her tigh, she was receivin' his message an' gazing into his eyes... | |
| So the sound came arollin', tumblin' into the night an' all the people were ravin', sayin' " Man our singer' s allright ! " | |
| An' " Such a burnin' performer ! " " What a fabulous show ! " | |
| Little lover was stirrin'. | |
| She was ready to go. | |
| An' while the singer was wailing she got up to depart. | |
| The crowd was stompin' an' cheering. | |
| She was breakin' his heart... | |
| Ted was feelin' terrific as the crowd filtered out ravin' on ' bout the hero, there were whistles an' shouts | |
| There was a guy with his sweetheart. | |
| Ted came walkin' on past. he could hear what was spoken. | |
| He could hear what she asked. She said " Don' t you envy the hero ? " | |
| An' the fella answered his girl " Yes. He' s the ultimate singer. He' s on top of the world ! " |