Make Me A Song (Performed by William Finn and Vadim Feichtner)

[WILLIAM FINN]
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 refreshment
What about some oolong?

Oh, make me a song!
Make me a song, boy!
Drag out the ukuleles!
This Israeli’s
Gonna fill the air!

Write me a thing that’s here for all time
Like tennis or Mahjong
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 harmonics simple and pure
Let’s keep the rhythm strong!
And mister, make me a song…

(spoken)
I don’t want lifeless
No, no, no, no!
Don’t give me lifeless-
Come on, Vadim, come on!

(sung)
I want a song that I can
Swing! One two three four five six seven!
Something with glory
That tells a story-

(spoken)
Good, Vadim-

(sung)
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

I am enthralled to getting it right
So I won’t get it wrong!
And mister, make me a song!
Mister-

(spoken)
Come on, come on, come on, Vadim!

-make me a song
Come on, make me a song
Come on, make me a
Song