My best singer agreed loudly that the earlier "I want my song sung by a singer who can sing" definitely states what I need.. . So, just for her...
Lyrics are self explanatory. This one was supposed to have a Noel Coward 30s tinkle piano which I couldn't get right, so you've got a more classical 1890s sound.
lyrics
What is it makes people run when I stand up to sing?
Their dinner's cooked, they've got a date, any crazy thing.
I know that I can't really sing, but what I fail to see,
If it worked for Noel Coward, why won't it work for me?
You hear them singers singing--
Their A's are pretty flat--
Hey! I could do lots better!
I sing flatter than that!
And all those sharp and groovy types
They think that they're so cool...
But I can sing real sharp as well,
I'm no singer's fool!
So what is it makes people run when I stand up to sing?
They just remembered, pager buzzed, any crazy thing.
I know that I can't really sing, but what I fail to see,
If it worked for Noel Coward, why won't it work for me?
It's not as if I haven't tried
To hook some singers up.
I've tried to get them by my side,
But something's always up
The mic's not working, laptop's bust,
Swine flu's come around.
So when my songs are up for grabs,
No singers on the ground.
So...
What is it that makes people run when I stand up to sing?
Their husband's died, their cat's run off,
Their house burnt down, they've got a cough,
They need a loo, they gotta fly,
Next time though they'll stop right by!
It seems that they're upset, by any crazy thing,
That always seems to strike them just when I stand up to sing.
Hey, I know that I can't really sing, but what I fail to see
If it worked for Noel Coward, why won't it work for me?
Words and music Copyright (c) 2009 TJ Fatchen All Rights Reserved APRA-AMCOS
The cutting satire, cruel humor, blue angst and general mayhem of the dark alter ego of Tim Fatchen. And the alter ego's
alter egos. And occasional or persistent collaborators, including strange shack dwellers from Wallaroo in the most recent release.
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