Текст песни Mister, Make Me A Song - Live - Adam Heller

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

All I'm asking for is a mood
Something hot and not literary
Maybe something raucous and crude
That keeps me on 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 my deepest feeling
I'm revealing
Everything raw inside

Keep the harmonic
Simple and true
Let's keep the rhythm strong
And Mister, make me a song

I Don't want lifeless
Don't give me lifeless
I want a song that I can swing!
1-2-3-4-5-6-7
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 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 bowl

I'm enthralled with getting it right
So I won't get it wrong
And Mister, make me a song!
Mister
Come on, come on, come on!
Make me a song
Come on, make me a song