Too Scared to Sing - Rupert Holmes

I get scared when I’m performing

If I’m outnumbered, I need some warming up

Dear folks

Should I pull out some jokes?

(They'd better be quite funny, you paid your money outside)

Every lyric that I’ve ever written

Just left my brain, and now the words are sittin'

Off in the wing

And you’re wondering, «Can't this guy sing?»

You liked the band before me much more

Ignore me, I’ll hide

'Cause I’m too scared to sing this song all alone

I’m too scared to sing too straight or too stoned

I’m too scared to reach the end of this line

Oh, I’m too scared to sing, too scared to sing, too scared to

Sing

I got sick before my entrance

My main concern is ending this sentence

Right with the harp

And meanwhile, I’m too tones sharp

I’d better learn to stutter my words

M-m-m-mutter, my friend

Some folks may symbolize, but they’re fakin'

They aren’t that deep, they’re just opaque and

Hiding the holes

Baring their cardboard souls

And I like a fool say nicely

What I precisely intend

That’s why I’m too scared to sing with calm and with ease

I fear I’m addressing words to the breeze

I fear that you think I’m wasting your time

Oh, I’m too scared to sing